I Haven't Gone to Sleep Just Yet

I haven’t gone to sleep just yet
So many goals I have not met
And life is but a heavy net
From which I can’t be freed

I’m sure there’s tears somewhere inside
Still waiting, wanting to be cried
Or perhaps they all have dried
Before they’ve met their need

At moments when I should be sleeping
Tis then, my pen longs to be creeping
Scrawling as my thoughts start seeping
From my weary brain

So now I start to add the numbers
How much time left for my slumber
How thick a fog shall I be under
When I rise again

But truth be told ‘tis not a toil
To creatively burn the midnight oil
Another dream fate chose to spoil
In the name of something written

So now i’ll end this incoherence
But surely meet new interference
When sleep at least makes its appearance
I’ll be absolutely smitten

Restless

My mind was overboard and swimming
My heart, it raced as if fresh from winning
The end collapsed when it reached the beginning
and all I could think was everything

At Day's End

When it feels like existence
drips down from your face
the last waking moments
your mind tries to chase
but life has been piled
upon once strong shoulders
and your arms seem to ache
like your problems were boulders
that you carried like oxen
through a jungle of wheat
each step you have taken
throbs within your feet
Now a place warm and cozy
is the one thing you seek
and the dreams from last night
deserve a fresh peek
So you wrap yourself soundly
in blankets and Zs
As a body in slumber
sets its addled mind free

to bed and back again...

I wouldn't call myself an insomniac. Once I fall asleep I usually sleep very soundly and for as long as I can get away with. I have slept through thunderstorms, earthquakes and children who scream and bang on walls or their gate at will. I have a time syndrome with sleeping. I don't like to go to bed early and I think that part of the reason for that is that I enjoy the way the night feels. Now I don't fancy myself a vampire or anything (that's so '90's!!) I just like the quiet of the sleeping town. I feel more creative like maybe all the dreams the normal sleepers are having are seeping into the air and I'm catching some of them. Let's see what I can pick up:

Barking ravenous dogs lunge at me. Tethered strongly with a chain, the danger zone is 2 inches from my knee caps. I move to back away and there is a cliff that drops into a dark maw of jagged rocks. I try to edge around but it requires moving a breath closer to the rabid beast. I chance it but get nowhere and now my favorite pants are ruined. I turn and scream into the abyss behind me and the sound of fluttering swells then deafens. At first it seems that hordes of albino bats are set to swarm me but them I grab one bravely from the air to inspect it. I find it is not an albino bat but a page from the Johnson file that I forgot to send out before I left work this evening.

Okay that's enough of that. Time to find my own peaceful slumber. Hopefully I am not now kept awake with the thoughts that someone is writing down my dreams. That's a bit creepy. G'nite!