Counting Sheep

If all the feelings in my head Were worth a nickel in the end I'd have enough to place a down payment On a dream I've yet to have If all these introverted verses Could tell me what the problem With my words is Before I even write them down on the page If I'm not honest then I'm just wrong Reclusive sonnets about no one Living here it's like my dreams at night Have all gone But I think about no one Yeah I think that I'm someone But I'm not sure I haven't read that far ahead I tell myself over and over again Not to let myself get to myself But I can't listen and hear what I say at the same time It's an old line but it's fine Enough Count the days until I feel like this again. Counting sheep Waiting for the night to end