My mind is racing around and around
Restless, never stopping
Sleep is just a dream.
But a dream is all I desire.
Because dreams come with sleep and sleep is what I need.
I lay awake, my mind spinning with vivid irrelevancies.
Creating Pictures in my mind like a painter with fresh canvas.
But these are not peaceful images
Scattered, wild, chaotic creations
I lay awake waiting for sleep or the inevitable morning.