I lay in the dark with eyes wide open;

Watching glimpses of dreams - 

Of nonsensical pleasure-filled visions - 

Pass before my weary eyes,

Taunting me with promises of a dream-filled peace;

Curled up deep underneath the home-scented warmth of my blanket.

My eyes grow heavy,

Weighed down by the worries of today and tasks of tomorrow,

But no peace comes.

I lay in a counterfeit sleep,

Dreaming with my mind still awake;

Longing for the release that comes so easily to so many...

Why not to me as well?

At night, my mind is Grand Central,

Running ten trains at once:

Freighlines with an assortment of thoughts that pump adrenaline through my concious mind.

I lay for hours,

Counting the minutes that pass like sheep

Until they blur together with the rest of reality.

And I slowly begin to dream,

My unconcious unfurling,

Filling my corrupt, counterfeit sleep with beautiful nonsense and visions of peace.

And then the hours are gone,

The darkness fading with the early hours;

And the dreams we relish so go quietly with little trace,

Only to return when it begins again.