Tired

The heavy burdens that rest on my eyes are not enough to cause me to sleep Instead I lie awake escaping off to realms of nowhere. I can breathe there. I can feel there. I can hop, skip, and jump there. But rest never falls. How did something as simple as sleep arrive to be so complex? I often dream about sleep when I am wide awake; a daydream .Where can I sleep? Where is my pillow of peace? I, Christopher Columbus stand to stumble across that sweet REM of sleep That has already been founded by so many; I will claim it and name it But Until then, I will remain tired.