What is better than you oh Sleep, 

An escape from all reality,

Many may think of you in such normality,

Going away by counting on sheep.

The clock strikes twelve and off one goes,

To you, oh Sleep, how nobody knows,

Little by little the world drifts away,

Fantasies or nightmares keeping it at bay.

In the depths one feels free

The distance of the fantasy putting them in glee,

Many of one take it simply,

But others induce the pain to reach Sleep nimbly.

Many guests await at your door,

Admittance a pleasure for most,

As some have endless dreams of away,

You toil some with a series of unfortunates at play.

A reckless manner one with the likes of you contains,

In Sleep, why have you ought to complain?