Counting the Sheep

Here I lie awake, in a room full of sound sleepers. A lone insomniac. I can hear them breathing, Deep, slow, measured breaths, So easily slipping into dreams, And here I lie awake. Here I lie awake, Counting sheep on my ceiling. I am desperate. I can see them dancing, A slow, elegant, dream-like dance, Taunting me with sleep, And here I lie awake. Here I lie awake, Chasing these damned sheep. Or are they birds, Wait? Am I swimming? In deep, cool, running water, Chasing the swimming sheep-birds. The sheep-birds that are being counted, Who knew sheep could swim on ceilings? I can count them, One, Two, Five, umm... lost count I am counting these Ceiling Sheep I can see them dancing, And laughing, and playing so peacefully. And here I lie dreaming.