At night while he sleeps I tiptoe and creep
Around in my mind my thoughts they race
a blur, so fast I can’t keep their pace
I grab at one to think it through
and off there it goes as another becomes new.
Work, our life, the future and God
are the many things that race – isn’t that odd?
I try and try – please let me rest
these thoughts they do not leave
they only persist
Until at last sweet relief it brings
rest o my mind, slumber and dreams.