Sleep

Sleep eludes me as the promise of a new day fills my soul with hope. How can I sleep? When curiosity is keeping my senses sharp and awake. How can I close my eyes when I see images of everything I long to do tomorrow? I must rest, for my mind is growing tiresome, but how can it? Its so alive and every nerve ending in my brain is shouting at me to seize the day! But alas, it is only twenty after midnight, the day has barely begun. So sleep it is, sleep for this restless mind and body I possess, until day break when I arise and make the most of the day I've longed to bid good morning.