Reflections At Midnight

Reflections at Midnight while spending sleepless hours like they were nothing but small change. By day my mind swells with that old '50s song I heard down at the antique mall, and keeps repeating it over and over. Then at night my brain has to obsessively has to obsessively recycle every trivial event happening in my life and repeating that routine over and over. Admission to this movie is free to adults. I envy the children sleeping so soundly sleeping so soundly after a day of play. As for me, I ask myself, when do I get to sleep? It feels like I'm sucked into a whirlpool of infinite dreams, like I'm caught in a cycle of infinite regressions, in a cycle of infinite regressions.