insomnia

wonder what is it
that makes the night
such a inhospitable time
nothing seems to fit
nothing brings delight
maybe it's the memories
that comes with the cold breeze
maybe it's the truth
lighted by the moon
or maybe the will to freeze
that moment long ago
could it be the stars ?
millions of bright doors
invinting you to break on through
but none seems to be what you want
maybe it's too dark to fly
to scary for a reply
can't think of any welcome
olny harsh goodbyes
maybe it's my insomnia
that makes me see through
those illusions
of a mad stifled fool