Insomniac

Staring at the ceiling, what do I see?
I know the ceiling is there, but I cannot see him.
Dark wants to let me be free
But this disease that grips me like a tree
When her roots are unmoving and dim
Will not let me feel at ease

A curious light shining in the distance from my window.
No, it’s just the moon, she never abandons my presence
As my impatience starts to grow
I start to think of the day that won’t allow me to let go
Of all the stress going on in what is now my past

I’ll think of something to make me feel like the end of a day is near.
I’ll think that I am in Venice, upon a small boat in the river.
I see a shadow, and I think of my worst fear
No, it’s only my chest of drawers, fooling me with his mirror.
Don’t stare at the clock, it will only increase this fever.

How long will it be till dawn?
Will I fade into you before the sun shines bright?
These shadows that lurk and cause no harm
I am sick of counting sheep in the farm.
I just want to go to sleep and think of nothing but what is the night.