What are we thinking about until we can't close our eyes? Why it's hard to just sleep rather get through a day? You just want to close your eyes without having to wait for tomorrow.
Why we're wide awake during the time we dream? Why we're asleep during the time we work? Why has the day become the night for me and the night become the day?
Maybe, my world isn't the earth. Then, I'll just sleep and fly away.
This poem I wrote at 03:09 AM, I couldn't sleep and write about it.