Morpheus #2

[Pendragon]

MORPHEUS #2

I’m trying to sleep, but Morpheus has packed his bags and fled,
and when you’re not really sleepy, it’s very hard to sleep.
I toss and turn and writhe upon my bed.

I don’t think these are sugar-plums dancing in my head!
I fall through a night that’s endless, dark, and deep.
I’m trying to sleep, but Morpheus has packed his bags and fled.

Oh, well. No matter what I order, he brings something else instead,
rifling my dreams in search of something to make me weep.
I toss and turn and writhe upon my bed,

as Morpheus’ third-rate assistant messes with my head.
Like Sisyphus, I roll my weariness up an incline smooth and steep,
trying hard to sleep. But Morpheus has packed his bags and fled.

Nightmares ride by, a ghostly cavalry dread,
conjured by the daemon assistant at my feet.
I toss and turn and writhe upon my bed.

“Say, old boy, if you can’t do dreams any better, I’d rather be dead!”
“It can be arranged, if that is really what you seek.”
“I’m trying to sleep, but—“ “Morpheus has packed his bags and fled.”
“Yeah. So I toss and turn and writhe upon my bed.”

Pendragon
© 7/2/97

[Helga]

I like this a lot, I love how you repeat 'Morpheus has packed his bags and fled.' and the feelings of insomnia.