Like a pot with a hole
I'm losing my whole
My strength, my wit
And my every bit
I'm at a loss
As each drop falls
For I know not
Where the flaw I sought?

Now I feel drained
And my mind is strained
All I need is a calm
And a soothing charm
That can make me sleep
Counting hundred sheep
Grazing lush green field
As I eventually yield.

© Pandora