Counting sheep while making beats

i feel a certain unrest when trying to rest myself,
staying up too late isnt good for my health,
trying to unwind these binds that hold me down,
a certain sorrow of no sleep trying to count sheep,
my exterior feels the coldness of the room,
sleeping pills i wanna consume before i see the full moon,
before i turn into something im not then be forgotten,
as i close my eyes i hear my heartbeat skip a beat,
my dreams i want to meet and greet so i can speak,
of what i want THEM to do for me,
to take me away from this reality full of vanity.

as i proceed to dream of being sucessful with green,
i am whisked away to a dream of another day,
where im not rich and not everything goes without a hitch
even though its not the perfect existence,
a future without a blueprint where you can leave your fingerprint,
is the perfect excuse to live with persistence,
then a voice in my head has some words of wisdom to shed,
dont forget or regret what made you choose your lifes template,
you are the architect of your building so build it with feeling,
you are the CEO of that company so start making money,
you are who you are so dont feel that you are bizarre.

you have the support of all your loyal cohorts,
ready and waiting but never tainting,
making a painting thats never fading,
helping you out to make you shout,
out loud thats its who you are that makes you proud,
and its with them you share the kick and the snare,
which makes a beat that makes everyone stand on their feet,
which make everyone applause and put you life on pause,
was all of this my cause?
but dont smear the faces of the ones that helped bring you here
you take each others plight with all your might,
because you all share the same life under one light.

now my minds at ease because my wants have been pleased,
i can now let go and make my own flow,
i go into a deep sleep and find inner peace...