Tired mind so full of thoughts;
Flock of birds come nesting.
Noise and turmoil will not stop
Though I should be resting.

Round and round and round they go,
No end to them in sight.
Like a hamster on a wheel
They run and run all night.

Here I lie awake in bed,
I’m done with counting sheep.
Wishing that my mind was still,
So desperate for sleep.