Sweet BlissTossing and turning in a sea of blankets,
my mind once again on autopilot.
It's 3 am and yet, though I'm exhausted,
my brain barrels on at breakneck speed.
Thinking of lost love and life after death;
wondering the meaning of life, besides of course 42.
Wishing there was a magical spell to switch off my head so I can rest.
When an epiphany occurs!
Might music calm the spirits within?
Soon "The Sound of Silence" is playing softly in my ears.
I can feel my mind start to fade and my troubles melt.
As my eyelids slowly droop, my conscious dissolves into sweet blissful nothing.
Ah, sleep at last!