Insomniac Ceiling

Why deep in the night do thoughts mimic the sky Dark unknown sights fraught with cynical eye Things seem burdened and heavy shut not to pry Mourning for morning who levy stars 'fore they die A quiet that echoes sounds downcast and alone The riot of bygones too long past to atone Midst of tosses and throws not last of unknown Searching for coops so far away to be flown Complications of this restless insomniac Hoping to wake when the light has come back Where heavy weight frightly shakes thrown off track Beware restless mind state might start to unpack What if's go unanswered by oblivious ceiling It's blankness a bit rancid and not so appealing Hypothetical questions in mind wide awake reeling One of these minutes may I find restful feeling