Insomnia

The light is drifting away

The experience is passing by

I did not really witness the day

And now its end is nigh

In my state of mind

I am too irate to find rest

Too tired of being tired

Too overcharged to think straight

Chased by my thoughts

Trapped in between worlds

Everything is far away

Nothing is real

Everything's a copy

Of a copy of a copy

Chased by my thoughts

Trapped in between worlds

Too tired of being tired

Too overcharged to think straight

Too bound to depart