Turmoil

To Bed! To Bed! My body said

Your eyes they are half closed

Turn off our brain and get some sleep
Now is the time for counting sheep
Not messing with some prose

But what if as we start to doze
My brain now asks my body
I suddenly hear metered rhymes
Or better yet those ceaseless chimes
And we must tell somebody

Enough! Enough! My body cries
We need to get some rest
This can't go on both day and night
I'll look a mess by mornings light
And can't be at my best

Okay! Okay! my brain cajoles
I see I must comply
I'll do my best to shut it down
You go and lay that body down
We'll both give sleep a try