Insomnia

Mind is racing, too tired to sleep Tried everything, even counting sheep Turn on the TV as the channels I scan Being up all night was not the plan Infomercials and movies, all seen before Battling my brain, this means war It seems the more I try not to think The less likely to sleep I will sink And now I eat, but not out of hunger Regretting the naps I skipped when younger I look at the clock, and it only gets worse Insomnia can be such a curse Time goes by, but utterly slow In just a few hours it will be time to go Searching for something to give me rest But I end up failing, you might have guessed There is always tomorrow, hope not to repeat Maybe me and the sandman will finally meet.