Bipolar Lullaby

Counting sheep

Chase the thoughts

And shutdown my racing mind.

Counting the flock just doesn’t stop

Those endless thoughts of mine.

Enter baa baa black sheep

In a small prescription form.

He comes in twos, but I make him four

When I crack him always in half,

Or grind him up in sleepy time tea

A dash of milk and local honey.

So baa baa black sheep chase the thoughts,

The duties of the day.

You are faster than the flock,

Who let my shutdown get away.

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