Sleep

What does sleep and a prostitute have in common?

There is something about sleep

It is so scary, yet so sweet

It is amazing how sleep can control your body,

to make you fall out in an instant, even at a noisy party

I have never felt so vulnerable and not in control in my life,

until sleep crept criminally upon me one night

BUT, let me switch gears for a second

Sleep can make you feel like you are in heaven

When I am sleep, I have no worries

Sweet dreams or horrid nightmares, either way, I am in no hurry..

To wake up, because the feeling is that great huh?

Sleeping makes me forget all of my troubles for a while

I know that I can't see me, but I can imagine that I smile

All of the troubles of the day, they fade away as I lay

But when I awake, it is like the troubles have never left

They are right back in my head, screaming loudly as I am gasping for breath

Now I think of sleep as a vengeful prostitute

Sneaking upon my innocence for a dollar or two, but instead, my time

To pleasure me and to make me smile, making it all worth my while

But then to leave me out there in the cold, to leave me with new troubles to unfold

And when she leaves, she goes about her way to lure in another innocent soul

Boy, is she cold.