Derailed, 3 AM

I am trying to get sleepy
but time is refusing to budge
from the track it’s on
and there are after all many hours of the day
we waste numbers on
considering how often most of us see them
I am trying to get sleepy
but the night’s flexing its muscles
showing me how strong it is
by holding me by the lapels
and not letting go
I am trying to get sleepy
without aid of alcohol or weed or heroin or death
and it’s a no go tonight for the straight man
who seems to be stubbornly awake and alive
when sleep is the most important task before him
I am trying to get sleepy
but the damn sheep are singing
at the top of their woolly lungs
I am trying to get sleepy
but the sirens outside
sing as well of other people who aren’t asleep either
it’s criminal how they torture me for their sleeplessness
arrest all the waking rascals
me too
I need to be imprisoned somewhere boring
with gray walls
and nothing to stimulate me
it’ll be like sleep
even if I’m awake
losing track
to time