one

they say
you should count
sheep

when you want
to fall asleep

the routine tone
counting in numbers
that go on and on

seem to subdue you
into a trance-like
state

one hopes 
sleep 
is at the gate

but i always picture
one hesitant lamb

leaning alone
with a crooked 
stand

trying hard to understand
the bravery it takes
to fly through the air

just like everyone else

i try to believe
in what you want me
to see

in your dreams 

but i can't let go
of the oddity

that's always me

(flee)