Ben Amsel

Sent To Bed

Lying in bed I can not fall asleep.
My mind will not quit itís racing about.
Why am I here now not making a peep,
While all that I would like to do is shout?
Why did my mother have to stop my joy,
And send me off running into my bed?
Why must I listen like such a good boy,
And always do exactly what she said?
My room is a cage and I am a bird.
All that I want is a chance to fly free,
To make my own rules, to part from the herd,
To be the person I would like to be.
For now I lie here bored out of my mind,
Lying in wait for the sandman to find.


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