No Sleep, You Wondering Sheep

Shuffling feet, with creaking bed/Exasperated sigh, in darkness tread

My mind’s the one wandering/While my body stays put

I stare off into the side/There the ink black stood

Try to count sheep/But my thoughts are one of them

We’re a wandering flock/Shepherd lost us again

We’re running about in moonlight/The air bleeding with freedom

Following our wits, our feet and newfound dreams

There’s no need for anyone’s leading

As the hour nears late/With the wind more soothing

And sleep begins to tickle like a feather

We settle down here, within the star’s gaze

We bury us in green pasture.