Insomnia is a mental paradox
Your body so sore
Yawning and yearning
My feet want to pace
They ache and hate
My mind still moves
Like an ape on coffee
Ha, inverse and reverse
Why's my mind nitpicking my day
I didn't do anything meaningful
Why can't I think about it tomorrow
The meaning of life
Isn't a pressing issue here
Those critiques and changes
My book can wait
Till it doesn't hurt to sit up
do I need to keep going to the fridge?
Apparently eventually
there'll be something to eat
My feet hurt
Yet I'm pacing the hall
I'm yawning but still thinking
Laying here staring at the ceiling
The fan spinning
Like it's challenging my thoughts
They race in circles like athletes
Leaving me exhausted by the morrow
I don't know why I need to think so much
Especially while the moon is high
I want to freeze it up there
I don't want to lose the hours it takes
Falling asleep exhausted
Not from the day
But from the time it took
To finally hear
The silence
Of my minds death
And my sleeps breath
