I wish I had a magic potion
to still the din of night commotion
in this brain that will not quiet,
in constant state of rebellious riot.
Sleep eludes my weary soul.
My restlessness lacks self control...
whispers in my crowded brain,
sings and taunts in loud refrain.
In tempo time to silent din,
my legs grow restless from within
and stubbornly will not relent...
cannot relax, quite discontent.
And thus it goes into the night
where sleeplessness is but my plight.
I wish I had that magic potion
to end this constant night commotion!