Sleep

It's the one thing I do best,
What else can I do at rest,
But why do you avoid me so,
As if you seem to know,
That I am sick and can not heal,
Without sleep that I should feel,
Waking me from the perfect dream,
Like it is part of your grand scheme,
And making me feel like I get no rest,
Always putting me to the test,
Then, when I think I won't dream tonight,
You go and end the fight,
And you always seem to be there,
Ready to give me some...
Sleep