Awake..

The night casts its long shadow over my flesh and blood 

yet my body chooses not to fall 

into the natural rhythms of slumber 

my eyelids are made of stone and are locked securely in place

my imagination runs amok and dreams fill up my void

the singing crickets punctuates the conversation with myself

days long since past are still fresh in my memory

I feel like ideas are surging through my head 

ready to burst through my eardrums

but my arms and legs do not match my metaphysical wishes

they are numb and useless

like a slow a river 

the bed seems to carry me to eternity

gently taking me to a place far away

I need to rest so badly 

the pangs of responsibility echo through my being

I have things to do  

I have people to meet

Its a curse

to never be able to match the cycle of the light 

to bear witness to the passing of time

locked in a coffin of consciousness

the sun is back 

its time to drag this empty husk out of bed

light pours through the blinds in an endless stream

No arouse yourself from this folly

the shadow still remains

you were always wide awake

hopelessly thinking of tomorrow

pondering this night until daybreak.