Everyone has gone to bed
But I am not alone, instead
The company that's left for me
Is Parkinson's inside my head.
The sandman is knocking on my door,
Parkinson's says, "Not anymore.
Sleep I will deny. Even though you try
It will not wash upon your shore.
I am now your unwelcome guide.
A seat for you, you're on my ride."
I contemplate my fate as it gets late
And how I might stem this tide.
You've won the battle, but not the war.
I'll win the day; fight tooth and claw.
Take my sleep, it's yours to keep.
Now in your face, I'll slam that door.