I never sleep well;
Thumping, banging, hammering
Ringing in my head.

Pointless little thoughts,
Rubbing themselves on my brain,
Teasing my conscious.

Dreams float on the wind,
Going in my ears, then out,
Leaving mystic clouds.

Like happy songbirds
Singing on a summer’s day,
They call out my name.

Plain curiosity cries
For fulfillment in the dark,
Making child wander.

Wild dogs, cats and trees
Scratching at the door in play,
Bidding me outside .

There’s a party there,
In the land of the sleepless.
One that’s still awake.

With lights and music.
Ever-flowing drinks and food
Keeps them satisfied.

I can’t go to sleep,
And waste eight hours of life.
I stay up again.

Listening to night,
As it slowly turns to day.
The party runs on.