There’s no point in going to bed Or closing the shutters on my eyes Because I believe that sleep is for the dead And rest I don’t prioritize
There is no American noise When everyone else is quietly slumbering One of my favorite parts about three AM Is peace and tranquil wondering
My brain is like a pair of eyes And the optometrist is changing the lens Conjectures and notions are out of focus Here and there and back again
My mind is an untuned radio Thoughts, an endless garble of static I’m swimming in between the airwaves And my body functions are automatic
Languor sometimes hits me Like a wave crashing on a shore But soon enough it has dissipated As if it was never there before
Count the circles ‘round my eyes Like the rings on an ancient tree How many sleepless nights am I at now? Because melatonin is an escapee.
My spirit is miles and miles away Wandering where it wants to If only someone would bring it back Since sleep is long past overdue.
I wrote this to perform in a poetry cafe, and it focuses on my insomniac tendencies. It's partly inspired by the Insomniac Green Day album. See if you can spot my references! :)