I can't sleep, so I write.
I write about dreams I want to have,
I write about love that I want to feel,
About people who, like me, are not sad.

It's true, I'm not sad, depressed, or in pain,
Just tired, in love, and sane.
Too sane for my own good.
More lucid than I should.

I'm fighting demons that don't punch back,
Hiding smiles on an invisible map.
I miss smoking and drinking coffee at night.
Goodnight, people — I have to work at 9.