Sleep

Why is it I cannot sleep The night is wonderful, dark, and deep But somethings there I feel for naught What cases me my own distraught I wonder if the night was clear Perhaps the atmosphere surreal My eyes are closed but wonder’s lost Nothing here that I love most I lay in bed and feel my pain The cycle then begins again I ask myself, “Was I correct?” And there it is, my lost regret Of everything I’ve ever done I am lost and web’s already spun Oh why must I stay so late? Perhaps the body will forget It is either cold or hot, or neither This is a web spun by a spider In it I fall and can’t get out I am a fly stuck in it’s mouth But darkness nears and fears subside This is where I feel alive And everything becomes okay Regret is deep but here comes day I won’t let you decide my fate I rise and so begins a brand-new slate