Rogue Morpheus

Rogue Morpheus
The thoughts that rear up at night in the brain, tearing around like a rail-less train
The things to do or not yet done, things to say and songs unsung
Tumbling around like an acrobat flying, I cannot sleep and there's no use trying
Many a good idea springs from here, but all forgotten in the morning, I fear
I toss, I turn, I get up, I lie down, I count shady squares on the curtains, beige-brown
I decide to do this, I decide to do that, and everything seems very simple, so that
I take off my hat sincerely to me and I think I'll scribble an idea, two or three
But before I can get myself out of bed rogue Morpheus comes, puts sleep in my head
He lays on my spirit deep dreamless sleep, and despite my best efforts, I cannot keep
Awake now whatever the cost and once more through slumber inspiration is lost.