Insomnia

I can't sleep
I mean, I can
I've done it plenty of times before
But tonight it's like my eyes are scared of the dark
Where did I leave my eyelids?
My mother said I should drink a glass of milk
Or count some sheep
Or exercise more
But what the fuck does calcium, mutton and push-ups have to do with the sweet infinity of dream
I've exasperated every means
Masturbated every week since I was in my teens
And I'm lean
There's just too much to think about
Mostly thinking about thinking
Wishing I could stop thinking
But knowing each wish is another thought
Here's another thought
What if I was a zebra?
Fleeing from a roaring lion
Lying down
Lying about being dead because death is all his hunger knows about
And I can't get angry
It's instinct
He just wants to live
And so do I
Oh shit
I must be dreaming.