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 up from here,
but all forgotten in the morning, I fear

I toss, I turn, get up and 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 or three
But before I can get myself out of bed
Rogue Morpheus comes, puts sleep in my head
He lays on my spirit a deep dreamless sleep,
despite my best efforts, I cannot keep
Awakened now, whatever the cost and once more,
through slumber, inspiration is lost.