*speaks for itself*

"When Sleep Runs Away"
by: Eric Fulmer

When sleep runs away, I sit and think
Of all the things of life.
Of people, of things; fun times and of joy,
And pain and times of strife.

Why all of these memories flood my mind,
I honestly cannot say,
For they come to me unbidden,
As on my bed I lay.

Over and over the thoughts repeat,
As I seek to leave this land,
And enter another, built from my dreams,
Created by my own hand.

For in my dreams I travel to and fro,
Not hindered by thoughts of living,
But carried away where I fly like a hawk.
My wings, to me, freedom are giving.

But, finally, I drift far away,
To sleep as I desire.
Only to hear my clock alarm
Pulling me back into the mire.