“Sleep, by no means comes too soon…”

It’s not the first time in my life I have had trouble sleeping, but it’s proving to be one of the most frustrating. It certainly makes me wonder how on earth friends of mine, who have suffered from insomnia, manage to cope.

I have always been able to burn the candle at both ends. In the past, I have been in positions whereby I have  – for example – writing for my old football blog, maybe till 3am, then function quite well the next day. At the moment it’s frustrating due to it not being overly productive.

I guess I no longer have that type of focus, so my brain is being forced into a state of, well nothingness, as the hours tick by and as my mind ticks over. My main fear is that this current spell will become habit.

I work by the 21 day rule. That means that if you repeat something for that length of time, it becomes habit. On the other hand, if you want to break a habit, you don’t do whatever it is for the same length of time.

I am not a smoker, a drinker or a drug user, so I can’t say if it works for any of these habits. However  I have found that it works for me and I have forced myself into some good and out of some bad over the years.

Once I do drift off, the dreamscape is quite strange, ranging from the good, the bad and the downright interesting. If I believed in the mumbo jumbo, I may have been tempted to look into interpretation at somepoint.

Anyway, getting back into a decent sleeping pattern will be my next 21 day goal.In the meantime, this song links in nicely and the lyrics paint a vivid picture. So I have entered them below.

The name of the song is Kare Kare. Karekare is a small coastal settlement in northern New Zealand, where the Waitakere Ranges descend into a large black sand surf beach.

One day I would love to visit and experience for myself!

“I was standing on a wave, then I made the drop…
I was lying in a cave, in the solid rock…
I was feeling pretty brave ’til the lights went off..
Sleep, by no means comes too soon… In a valley lit by the moon…
We left a little dust, on his Persian rug…
We gathered up our clothes, got the washing done…
In a long forgotten place, who’ll be the first to run?
Sleep, by no means comes too soon… In a valley lit by the moon…
I was floating on a wave, then I made the drop…
I was climbing up the walls, Waiting for the band to start…
You can say the magic words…
I’ve got my senses on…
And this is the only place that I always run from…
Sleep, by no means comes too soon… In a valley lit by the moon…”

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