The comfy pillow holds my head,
Imploring me to sleep.
The sullen wind begins to shriek,
And I can hear her harsh critique
Of dreams I've yet to reap.
But slumber pauses at my door
To wait till I have called.
My mind has yet to clear the day,
Deciding what to throw away
From all that it has hauled.
Yet anxiousness demands to stay,
Which takes away my rest.
Our daily life is hard on us;
It causes us to gripe and fuss,
Because we feel oppressed.
But once the burdened room is cleared,
The pillow holds me tight.
I feel when slumber shuts my eyes;
The wind restarts her lullabies,
And I am one with night.