Good Night, Gracie
and perspectives are found
and still I find myself thinking around
in circles and tangents in more than one bound
Awakened abruptly mid-sleep in my bed
and wondering where all the insights have fled
and why do I still get these feelings of dread
with unwelcome thoughts that pop into my head
Ah, well, it’s a cycle, it’s a pendulum swing
Last night I was laughing a lot in a dream
An optimistic upheaval; a paradigm shift?
A chance that I’m finally catching the drift?
Look at these thoughts that give me no clue
and the awful imaginings that have seldom rung true
See them clearly for the imposters they are
Seemingly logical, yet impossibly vague
Midnight meanderings are usually wrong
That’s a real thing that some scientist said
Not at your best when lying down half asleep
Counting back from a hundred with some rag-taggled sheep
Practice relinquishing future prediction
What a collection of unvarnished fiction!
This is a welcome and pure benediction
Say goodnight; give way to sleep’s jurisdiction