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!
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