Sleeplessness

Out of the dark we were birthed 
And crawl out in orderly ant lines,
Groping the ground with tired feet
Too tired to wail too tired to do anything
But carry on stumbling like newborns 
Or zombies breaking into dawn.

Our veins are running with adrenaline
And we occupy a giant’s existence 
– Head rushing with clouds, giddy 
With thoughts of doing stupid things.
Armed with a drunkard’s recklessness,
We could squash the tiny world 

Between our toes, or crawl out of our skin
Bright and buzzing with the glow of 
Living on an edge paradise just
Out of reach. We could hold hands and
Turn to fossil, or start a fire to 
Burn the whole ordeal to an end.

Without sleep, we walk through the day
The way we live our sweetest dreams.