Manic Restlessness

I'm not an insomniac, but I can't help stay up in the wee hours of the night and be active doing whatever

Sleep is scarce, thoughts unruly and manic 

Bouncing against walls as if in a rather panic 

Midnight seems so far, it comes, it goes 

And I'm still up and about, restless, it shows 

My eyes tell all, for if you look at me, you'll see 
Weariness, and I still need sleep, I plea 

I beg of you let me sleep, even if I've so much to say 

So much to write and sing and say, oh god, why... 

Why do my thoughts keep me up to play? 

Author's Note

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