Can you fool and make me crazy?
When you’re out, do you effect my sleep?
Enough to have nightmares or even count sheep
Bathing my room, bringing in light
And not your gravitational pull
That makes me weak and feel a fool
Do the crazies come out on a moon lit night?
Perhaps if only because of the extra light
For we all need sleep and should not be out
Till the wee hours, when the mind tricks about
Perhaps this is the day we need to prepare for
And get extra sunshine, a lot, the day before
Melatonin and chemistry keep
Us on a regular pattern of deep sleep