Awake

Laying here awake.
Restless and absent minded.
Waiting for sleep to overtake.
Laying here awake.
Then my mind is what will suddenly wake.
Once the idea of sleep is blinded.
And ideas will morph into ones that make me shake.
And it my body in the sheets that will become binded.

Thoughts will race like flickering of light.
As the filter on my mind vanishes to candle is lit.
That then displays the shadows hidden in the night.
Thoughts will race like flickering of light.
The candle newly lit shines so bright.
As the exposed shadows turn my stomachs pit.
These flickering thoughts generate fright.
To the dancing shadow they are a fit.

Motionless I'll stay until I fall.
There's no alternative, I have no choice.
Asleep or death are the states that call.
Motionless I'll stay until I fall.
These shadows might just steal it all.
As I fall I discover there is a voice.
Coming from the shadows reflected on the wall.
Either state I'm drifting to I won't rejoice.