The monkey π lies awake π΄ in bed π,
His mind π§ won’t let him rest his head π€.
He tosses, turns, and frets all night π,
His thoughts π a jumbled, endless plight π.
He wonders π€ if he’s lost his way πΊοΈ,
Or if he’ll ever see the day βοΈ,
When sleep π€ comes easy, without a fight π₯,
And he can dream π through the long, dark night π.
But for now, he’s stuck in this cycle β»οΈ,
His sleeplessness π an endless trial π.
He’ll keep on trying, night by night π,
To find a way to end this plight π€πΌ.
So if you see the monkey π, up late at night π,
Just know he’s still in this endless fight πͺ,
To find some peace β¨ and restful sleep π€,
And end his insomnia, oh so deep π΄.
Β© VishalDutia
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