Too asleep to wake, too awake to sleep,
I drift, closed-eyed, over the void of the deep.
Spontaneous visions explode before me
So mundane at this point they manage to bore me.
Too often the blackness is interrupted
By a flash of open eyelids, erupted.
I contemplate histories, quickly receding,
And in my excitement, my eyes soon start needing,
To be consciously closed again. Never able to settle
For sleep or wakefulness, I have failed this test of mettle.
In the back of my mind constant is the awareness
And profound is the knowledge of its unfairness
That my mind won't let me sleep and my body won't let me wake.
I want to give it all up, for goodness sake.