Riddonkulous

When the moon takes the stage and the stars start to glow, Most drift off to dreams, but I put on a show. The world settles down, drifting onto a blanket of black, While my sleepy thoughts keep marching their track. The sheep line up, but never get counted, My yawns keep arriving, but slumber stays unfounded. The pillow is waiting, the blankets are near, But my eyes stay wide open, dreams won't appear The clock’s little hands seem to crawl through the night, As I wander through darkness until morning’s light.