Insomniac

Insomniac
That is what you are
You pace the halls of your soul
searching reaching
For that peace that you cannot find
1, 2, 3,4...
The clock ticks on
You eagerly yearn for the sun
So you can sleep

You stare at the bags
Under your eyes
4, 5,6...
Morning at last
Yet your hurrying
To begin another day
Leaves your burdened body
Flowing with coffee

Insominiac that is what
You are...
And we are one!