Thoughts of An Insomniac

There may be a pulse coursing through the air And bringing it justice. There might be pride Under the perplexity Of a beautiful endeavor. I see a smile And I smile back. I hear a laugh That has me laugh. I am in love with this world For it's acute visions, Coincidences And moments of valor. Somewhere, a child of light Waits for darkness to settle And destiny to unfold. Meanwhile, I sit and listen To the hum of the world Buzzing around me.