My body My soul Everything within me is awake. There's no way to keep it from happening. Late at night my mind spins with the many thoughts of everything. Should I go to sleep? No, I need to stay awake and watch my thoughts take flight. Moving quick from thought to thought, never taking rest. My body My soul Always on the move This is isn't what I choose, it's just what I am.
This is a poem about my generalized anxiety disorder and insomnia.