You twist and turn
You try to fake
You tell yourself
It's a piece of cake
But the sleep evades
Your hope fades
And then the devil
Your mind awakes
It brings up the future
Brings up the past
Shows how you were wrong
And the possibilities, vast
A yawn sneaks in
Very big one at that
But no, all drama
Sleep's a naughty little prat
You twist and turn
You try to fake
You tell yourself
It's a piece of cake
But sleep evades
Your hope fades
And you're forced to admire
A variety of shades
A full variety of
This night's shades

P.S., the red moon last night was really beautiful...