When sleep no longer finds
That quiet place in thy mind,
Ye wonder why
The night breaths by.
The sand under thy lids
Gritty as it bids ...

Thee to try and sleep.
Yet thy soul refuses to keep
The promise of a dream
Without a scream.

Maybe today,
In a rainbow ray
Thy spirit will come
To a place well done.

Overcooked without a switch,
To turn off the voice of thy inner witch.

Where is the breaker?