At first I thought it was the heat...

At first I thought it was the heat
the reason why I could not sleep
I'd toss and turn the whole night through
there was just nothing I could do

On second thought, perhaps my guilt
that left me wiggling in my quilt
it must be something that I ate
or pent up anger, fear, or hate

Afraid to dream, afraid to wake
see what the day will have at stake
trapped in between the peace of night
and the hectic time of light

At first I thought it was the heat
all that prevented me from sleep
perhaps the rain, or the full moon
some deep impending sense of doom

But now I know, I'll see you soon.