On a day when problems beset you
Try going with the flow:
You may then per chance get through
And it may not even show.
It's at night they make their presence felt
When in your bed you're tucked up tight;
They revisit on a conveyor belt,
Bringing stress you cannot fight.
Many told and true remedies you try
To bring the sandman to your head;
But round and round your brain they'll fly,
Like balloons all made of lead.
Drugs will surely help you sleep
But will they solve the problem?
I think in all likelihood you'll agree,
It will just make another problem.