I wish the Answers were Blowin' in the Wind

I remember the time

When sleep meant calming down!

After a day's excitement

It charged me up for another round




It's a little different now

The calm is gone, sometimes the sleep as well!

Excitement, well I try to keep up the levels

Though the real story, the lines on my forehead tell




I crave for nights when I can actually sleep

And feel it like it is the end of the day,

It should feel like a break,

I shouldn't worry just yet for what would happen the next day.




My mind should free up

From the worries of all my accounts.

From the perpetual struggle to add zeroes in the bank's,

To adding likes and comments and other supposedly social counts




They say these are blessings in disguise.

Better to have these pains than nothing at all!

So yes I consider myself to be one of the blessed few,

But then can I ever tell myself, "for my needs, that's all"!




How many nights must I sleeplessly sleep,

Before I can call it a day?

I wish, my friends, that the answer

Was Blowin' in the wind like the say!