Bed

My head hits its place of rest,
Putting my mind to the test,
Sleep may overcome my mind,
Yet worry is all I can find.

Butterflies flying in a red sky,
While memories make us cry,
So we wish away the next day,
Praying it will all be okay.

Walking on water without care,
Having nothing to share,
What's mine is yours should be said,
Instead of crying in bed.

Up again to face the day,
The sun is shining this way,
Beautiful summer of hiding away,
Finding anything not to say.

Don't come looking in my dreams,
Pick my sheets apart at the seams,
Leave my thoughts buried deep,
And leave me here to sleep.