The droning sound of the fan

does little to hum a lullabye

when thoughts drowning in caffeine,


flee far –

away from the call

of sweet slumber.


“We are all restless souls, who isn’t?” says another.


But to learn to tame discontent

is a skill

that should be mastered

by one whose thoughts have the audacity

to question

even what fate brings.


It is almost light

but the heaviness of wakefulness

is setting in

and the hardwood floor is no longer cold

from hours of sitting.


Who would have thought

that restlessness would find a way

of  keeping still?

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