• Here do I stare at the ceiling
    Wishing I was only dreaming
    Thoughts ablaze with persistent might
    Cannot get any rest tonight

    I ponder past and present plights
    And render dark the outer lights
    Alas, no restive state I find
    With fitful phantoms in my mind

    To sleep, perchance to dream
    A phrase so utterly blaspheme
    I toss and roll like rising tides
    On waves of bedding, my head resides

    A pillow perched below my head
    Cannot capture how my mind has spread
    It soars away in zealous flight
    I shan't find sleep again this night.