Those nights we all have

Carrying too much excitement

For something the next day

Not matching your body’s sleep requirement

Asleep, an inability

Turning it into a chore-like assignment, an ability

Frustration, counting a 1000 sheep’s

Anxious, the sound of future loud beeps

Since your last thought

30 at most had passed

Dreadful sounds awake

Desperate, tired, but too late

Feeling prime, probably not

You then realize

Exciting last night, what for?

Falling asleep, why not before?