Past the point of no return

I search for slumberland to seek out those desirable dreams where nothing is as it ought to be nor however it ever seems
Yet deep amidst the dowdy darkness in the midst of the eventide
My weary wakeners waiver winding-up staying open wide
So betwixt and between solitary seclusion I battle with myself
This bonkers brain beyond my baffled brow activates insomnia from it’s solitude shelf

In my sheer state of derranged deliriousness and chronic chaotic confusion
My blacked-out vision bewitchment I see craziness colourful illusion
Closing my bleary blinkers I try my utmost to free my subconsciousness
If only I could drift off into sensational somnolence
Oh how I crave the calmness in a comfortable composure as I lay warmly wrapped embraced amongst my duvet enclosure

Alas I have past the point of no return beyond the menacing hours
That tormenting ticking tinnitus revs up it’s persuasive powers
One o’clock two fifteen three thirty two has passed 
Why on earth I watch the clock it just makes me feel aghast
Well is it really worth the effort ?
Does one have to sleep ?
And yes I have been down that road of counting leaping sheep
So five twenty one is the last time that I recall
When I wake up it is seven o’clock 
I’ve slept over an hour overall