As I battle in the theatre of my dreams thoughts racing like the Ferrari on the highway. I ponder at the midnight stars thought running riot like thirsty zombies. I wait pregnant with hope for sleep to pay me a visit. Endless wait do I seek for her appearing, in eternity I pace like a man whose wife is in the delivery room. I tread like a thread on a haystack, looking for answers if the moon could whisper to my waiting ears. To the ceiling I stare counting my ABC like a kindergarten pupil, still my eyes like a rolling dice two sixes. My heart pounding, a landmine is about to be stepped on.
Why has my troubles journeyed with me to my bed. Why has my worries chosen to taunt and haunt me. Why has my fears decided to vaunt her victory. Why has my doubts become my jailer. When will she come knocking. With bathed breath i wait as the day swallows night.
I will be pregnant with hope as I drown in my thoughts, I pray Sleep comes visiting.