I thought I
would be sleeping at this hour.
I thought I
at least had that in me.

Why am I awake?
What am I doing here?
Why am I awake?
Why am I here?

I thought I
would be sleeping.
Why can't I
go back to sleep?

I lay here
in my cozy bed
my mind far away
and
definitely not asleep.

Why does it go
and do so many things?
Wandering the towns
of the other sleepers here.
Visiting the lands
of things that I hold dear.

And when I find
something I want to fear
I run and scream
and run and scream
and never go to bed.