Sleep

Sleep is like an airbag,

like a cushion through all your years.

It always gives you energy,

and can even dry your tears.

It may often be corrupt,

with dreams of guilt and fear.

But the purpose of our sleep,

must always be kept clear.

So I'll inflate my airbag,

then close my eyes and drift away.

I'll let the sleep be my cushion,

from the pains I feel each day.