Hard to sleep

It’s always been so hard to sleep as I start to write my words. I’ve never seen a sunset while flying with the birds. I’ve always opened up my mind to see with my own eyes. I don’t like the shadows and people with there lies. I could write just anything and just hope to sleep at night. But writing is my passion so the sleep I choose to fight. When words and ryemes just hit my head. I jump right out of my own bed. The reason is that I want to share. All these poems that I think care. But what is next none of us know. Like eating popcorn watching a tv show. It comes to me in all these ways. I lose my sleep for many days. But it all makes sense because it wakes me up. When it comes to me it fills my cup.