My life is wandering
through the bottomless pit of night
shallow darkness
with shadows through light.

I am a hollow
whos sleepless, eyes lurking
blinded with fright
always awake at night.

I am restless
when the tip of the mountain shines
come when flowers dew
when rooster sing anew.

I cannot sleep
even if counting sheep.
In the darkness I wander,
succumb
in light I yonder
under insomnia.