In the midst of the night
under shadow of the sun
laying among the busiest creatures
I wonder, why am i awake?
Being conscious keeps me awake or
is it being oblivious to consciousness?
Thoughts passing through window pane of my head
uncontrollable as though i am floating through a sea of bed
some real, some vague
some stuff to take care of, some to make
How i wish this would stop
like a bubble into sleep i pop
but i am too drowned in worries of my own
to feel important i wear it as a crown
i know a little, of a lot
its a fight i lost, even before i fought
