In the realm of night, where dreams should roam,
Insomnia arrives, making itself at home.
Tucked in my bed, I stare at the ceiling,
The Sandman's on vacation, that's the feeling.

Under the moon's soft glow, I lay wide awake,
My bed becomes a battleground, a restless quake.
Pillow fights and sheet wars, oh what a sight,
Insomnia's playing tricks, keeping me up all night.

I tried to count stars, but they all seem to flee,
As if they conspired to consign sleep away from me.
The clock on the wall, its numbers a jest,
"Sleep is for the weak," it seems to suggest.

Counting sheep? Oh, what a bore,
They form a rebellion, and march out the door.
I tried meditation, deep breathing too,
But my mind's a circus, with thoughts askew.

The owl outside hoots, "Stay up and play!"
While I'm stuck in bed, just wanting the day.
My eyes are heavy, my body's aching,
Yet sleep is elusive, it's downright forsaking.

I considered counting blessings, one by one,
But my gratitude list is no match, it's done.
I even bargained with the Sandman in my plea,
But he's off on vacation, sipping tea.

In the dark of night, humor is my ally,
I laugh at the irony, my own lullaby.
Insomnia, you sly, elusive sprite,
I'll conquer you with laughter tonight.

So here's to the night, and its sleepless cheer,
To caffeine-fueled dreams and a mind unclear.
Insomnia, you jokester, my constant friend,
Let's dance in the moonlight until the night's end!