Do you ever lay awake

Late in the night, in your bed;

Going over the words that you said?

Driving yourself crazy, sometimes playing dead?

What a coincidence! I do, too.

Can't sleep at night, though I try to.

A swirl of thoughts my mind being shrewd;

It goes something like this:

The dark is strange, it's so black,

It's vivid, but it's a strange blank.

The cloud in the sky looks like a wizard's hat.

It's a peaceful night, there's noise everywhere.

The lights are out, it's too bright in here.

I bat my eyes at the moth in my room,

I imagine him on a silly attractive broom,

My mother next door is working the loom,

It's funny, how I'm surrounded yet alone;

I do have friends, yet I know I'm a Lone;

I often feel like a puppy without a bone.

It's sad what's inside of me;

Nowadays I'm never free.

A nightmare, a loud shriek;

I attempt to capture my demons and put them in deep.

I fight them off, cage them, make a leap;

And that's my daily routine before drifting off to sleep.