I lay on this futon and wonder to myself why am I still awake?

What causes this unrest in my head that refuses to allow me the common courtesy to be able to close my eyes and fall into the pleasant embrace of a dream?

Why must it take extremes like pills to make me so numb to this distress to actually be able to drift off into slumber?

No matter what I do, no matter how much I try to exhaust myself physically, it all seems to be in some vain effort that is teasing me, just out of reach.

All I want right now is to sleep, I have accomplished everything I wanted to today, but what I believe is for the best, my brain disagrees with.

Such the turmoil that I am every night conflicted with, the turmoil of sleep.