Sleepless Again

From the warm depths of dreamless sleep
I awaken to toss and turn the night through.
It matters not tomorrows meets to keep
require a fresh sharp mind to rightly do.

The more I worry and doggedly fret
the less chance of restful sleep have I.
More tossing and turning is what I get
until I finally give up; then, too late die.

My mind is slush when I come to again
and I can't think for the life of me.
If only I could sleep deep I'd now ken
the solution to what's after poor me.

Sadly I really don't have a single clue
as to how I find the right solution
to what might be right or wrong to do.
Clearly, I need a perfect resolution.