I should sleep
Yes, that would fix it.
It has all things a solution needs;
It passes time,
It restores mind,
And when I finally, quietly,
Think of nothing, world becomes so.
Yet I still watch the clock.
Until I lose count of stories
That could pass in a minute.
That alone proves today is not done
Night has only begun
Some of these minutes help,
Some of these thoughts distract.
For hours I would follow them all.
Some ancient statute composed
From apathy & empathy & delusions
To place myself as dark, darkest
Oil to feed
And burn for others.
I had thought- By counting all of the quiet truths,
That I could drift,
With same sureness
Of repetitive sheep.

I have counted into an hour
Past night, but darkness has not set
Still, I cannot sleep.
I want to pass time.
My habits return to counting
I want to restore my mind, body, and eyes
My instinct cannot be ignored-
It refuses.
I simply want to fix this
These truths tick and tock so loudly.
I must think to nothing
But
It is not world and worries that follow
It is morning and its meaning.
My morning
And my...dreaming

It is not enough to think nothing
It is not enough to image something

I want to rest and escape, knowing-
More than so, return with a day that I bring.