Insomnia

INSOMNIA Early hours the moon I still see, in hypnotic thoughts from when I was nee, was it a destiny to be. Reflecting, pondering, wondering, of each yesterday, tomorrow and today, to rate what is fate. A fortunate life is not for all to create, the equation to one's destination. Numerology, palmistry, tarot, astrology, Philosophy, personality, what is reality? Mythical creatures, of angel and demonic features, A deviation of humanisation paintings in dimensional imagination. All the faces met, and to meet, Maybe giving success or cause defeat, with some characters that seem to delete. Right, wrong, weak, strong, Believing life is one's control, Or a soul play piece, like a magical doll. Oh mystery of life, will I ever know? Thinking with thoughts so so deep, How will I ever sleep