Sleep is hard

If u could only see my dreams, the images that tie in together like a seam, sometimes the images stretch like a limousine, sometimes bounce like a trampoline, i find it hard to uncover, cant even describe it, i talk and stutter, but nothing really matters, im still awake while the world sleeps, i try to count sheep but they all fall and shatter, the moons laughs while i toss and turn, when will i learn to never tame my mind but rather train my mind, but for now i stare into the wall aimlessly, comparing myself to the painting that never sleeps