Insomniac

Night time is the time When my true spirits soar And that's when the real lion Within me comes out to roar Brand new visions and ideas Come knocking at my door I gladly welcome them in As I wonder what they have in store Every time I try to sleep I constantly toss and turn And I always wake up drenched in sweat Like a fire that will eternally burn And for sleep my body constantly yearns As I stay awake yet I never get the satisfaction in return Tell me what it's like to have dream clouds To have that strong passion not to be shared aloud Along with that vivid imagination which is to be proud Of Lord why am I always up so late? Is this a sleeping pattern of which I should coordinate? Is there anybody out there that can relate? As I continue to suffer day by day from this sleepless state Please take it away I would like to wake up and enjoy the day But I can only pray That a miracle will come my way Sun is to day As moon is to night And my sleeping pattern Just isn't right I rumble in the sheets My knees are getting weak I can't even speak And yet the battle for sleep Has only just begun Out of everybody in the entire world At least I can say that I'm not the only one I'm lost in a whirlwind And I can't get back down My muscles tense up As I decide to lay down I know a river of Z's Awaits for me to drown in But difficulties complicate the journey As I rustle the sheets once again By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)