like peter pan desperately searching for his shadow
a never-ending game of hide-and-seek
it never wants to be found.
it's hard to count sheep who never stay put
or simply to shutdown the racing mind
impossible feats of self-heroic acts
slumber does not come easily.
somewhat of an insomniac
a sliver in the broad range
with erratic circadian rhythms
that too wish to call it quits.
eventually i will close my eyes
and sleep will come to grace me
but only to continue running a race in my dreams.
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