Pleasant dreams, pleasant dreams
Voices in the head begin to scream
Tossing and turning the midnight hour
Churning for slumber, rest is sour
Laying still...mind on still working
The twilight imps hauntingly lurking
Instead of relaxing you concentrate more
So much for tonight, sleep what for
Next thing you know daylights here
I'll need sleep soon..is what you fear
You get up and stumble into this or that
Wheres my keys my jacket my hat
The alarm goes off, your soaked in sweat
And though fast asleep rest wasn't met
Stress is not just a daylight affair
It can also be a bedtime nightmare.......
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