I wonder if I'll sleep tonight,
But then I laugh as I check reality.
I never sleep at night
Because my mind won't sit still.

I'll lay there and think.
Not that I mind.
I'll think of my day,
What has come and what has yet to pass.
But not that I mind.
I'll think of those I know,
Where I'm going
And what I wish.
And it's not that I mind,
But the only problem is,
Even when my body rests,
My mind continues on it's way.

My mind will dream a vast landscape
With all my treasures held within.
Those things that I hold dearest,
And those things I wish to hold dear,
That simply. Float. Away.
Alas! Just barely out of grasp.

But I really don't mind.
Because when I awake,
I have the pleasure
Of chasing those floating aspirations
With actual plausibility of capturing them.