I took this photo this morning, seeing the pool through the pouring rain I decided against going for a swim as I didn’t want to get wet. I laughed at the oxymoron my own thoughts can create… and my thoughts just took off from there… do you ever try to not think of something by deliberately thinking of something else, only to have your thoughts fall back on themselves, and you end up thinking of the very thing you tried not to think about? Do you ever lie awake in bed, because your mind is so full of thoughts you can’t sleep, so you try counting sheep? Not me, I never, ever think of counting sheep…
Sometimes I think I think too much…
inspired by the song In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
composed by David Mann, with lyrics by Bob Hilliard
originally recorded by Frank Sinatra, the italics below are from the song
Lying in bed, late at night,
I find it so hard to sleep.
All I hear is Sinatra singing,
if I even think of counting sheep.
He’ll sing of the wee small hours of the morning,
and of how it’s the time I miss you the most.
And I just lie awake, and think about you,
while the whole wide world is fast asleep.
Sometimes I think, I think too much,
but I never, ever, think of counting sheep!
In the wee small hours of the morning,
While the whole wide world is fast asleep,
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never, ever think of counting sheep.
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson,
You’d be hers if only she would call,
In the wee small hours of the morning,
That’s the time you miss her most of all.
Lying in bed, late at night,
I find it so hard to sleep… you see…
I thought about you, the other night…
’cause I didn’t want to think about us!
I thought about calling, to see if you’re home…
but I was worried that you’d answer the phone!
I thought about emailing, to ask how you are…
but I was afraid that you might reply.
I thought about the dream, that I had about you…
and I wondered why, you weren’t in it.
Lying in bed, late at night,
I find it so hard to sleep… so…
Late last night, I thought about thinking…
’cause I couldn’t really think of anything else.
I thought about putting a few words together…
but I couldn’t think of anything I needed to say.
I thought about making a decision…
but I couldn’t decide, what to decide.
I thought about how I think too much…
maybe I should just count sheep instead.
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson,
You’d be hers if only she would call,
In the wee small hours of the morning,
That’s the time you miss her most of all.
Lying in bed, early this morning,
I found it so hard to get up.
I remembered that dream, I had about you?
The one that you weren’t even in?
It wasn’t a dream……..
©2011 Julian
If you’d like to hear the song, here’s a few recordings I’ve enjoyed, you may notice the lyrics vary a bit from one to another.
Frank Sinatra or Chris Botti (trumpet) and Sting (vocal) or Ella Fitzgerald.
Photo © 2011: I thought about going for a swim this morning… but I didn’t want to get wet!
Update February 21, 2012: On Valentine’s Day last week, I read at The Tree Reading Series Open Mic. Take a look.
“Love that is not madness is not love.” ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca