Time

Time rolls over into

Another day

They all seem to

Begin this way

Or are they ending?

Does it matter,

When time is melting,

Folding, twisting, churning,

Changing under my feet?

What matters

When I'm too tired

To count the sheep

That race through my head

Keeping me from sleep?

It's midnight

Or past that-

Does that make

Tonight tomorrow?

I'm begging to rest

Maybe if I roll over

Again

Around

Again

I can borrow time

And the day will start again

And I'll have enough strength

To get up

Out of my bed

Before the dawn

And meet it

Again.

Again.

Again.