Time for Sleep

Once again it’s time for sleep
But it’s three a.m., and I’m counting sheep
My mind likes to wonder what the future will hold
Like will I be in this chair, when I grow old
Will there be an end to my pain
Or will it win, and drive me insane
Will I ever fight fires once more
Or will I be left at the firehouse door
Will a woman ever love me again
Or will there only be just friends

My eyes are heavy, but my mind still wonders
There is so much for me to constantly ponder
The TV’s glow is my only company
Though there’s not much on after three
Turn off the TV and listen to the night
I peek at the moon, now shining so bright
In the distance I hear the crashing of the ocean’s waves
I close my eyes and imagine I’m drifting away
On a current of wind I begin to fly
I look back long enough to wave good-bye