wired.

We drench our desires in caffeine-soaked dreams,
And sleep with fear under our pillows,
No wonder we wake up tired, despite the varied length of our slumber,
And long all day for the land of nod,
For the sandman to find us and to finally be able to drift into unconsciousness,
Sinking deeper and deeper, that bottomless abyss of despair.

this poem possibly to be continued...it doesn't feel finished, i don't think.