Insomnia

Sealed in fate,buried in hate. Constant are the thoughts of the ones that participate. Covered in the blood of those who refuse to bleed, A debt unpaid, a debt unmade a courageous deed,only to bring the weary and trampled an even greater need. May we see with eyes far superior than ours? Knowledge and wisdom to the wisest at times cowers. Why attempt to attain what you can no longer gain? Where to turn when thought and vision never cease to churn? Question keeps occupied minds blind and in time we will find an even greater mountain to climb. Sealed are the lips of the safe. One day, may we all find our own place.