In the midst of drowning darkness,
the mind searches for sleep.
At first, the calls for it every so quietly,
sneaking up behind it,
not wanting to startle it.
But when sleep slips away through its fingertips,
the mind becomes mad,
chasing after it,
trying to catch it,
always one step behind it.
At last, the mind gives up, crying out in frustration.
Only then do sleep appear before the mind,
caressing its tired body,
singing a sweet song that sends it finally
into a deep pit of rest.