A Poem
When I go to sleep
I start by counting sheep,
And when that doesn't work
I start to go berserk,
So I turn on my night light
It magically gives me sight,
That eases my brain, just a bit
But I really need music... That's it!
I listen to music to fall asleep,
As I drift into sleep, I begin to forget.
I forget about my many counted sheep,
And the monster above my head.
I'm asleep.
I'm now wandering the isle of my potential dreams,
Scary, weird and all the funniest.
But instead of going into the dreams
I fall into the darkest pit.
