The ‘Shut up’ sign

Unravelling an entanglement, paperchases poking my mixed up mind..ruminations of rationalization,  muddled musing so unkind.. why on earth are these threaded thoughts looming amidst the dead of night ? If only I could turn off a switch inside my puzzled plight

Yet the pitch-black darkness is my mysterious hocus-pocus..an obscureness of open-sesame, impossible to focus..a blindness of oblivion..an uncertainty of dimness, whilst I lie in an ambiguity of hazy indistinctness.. restfulness rears it’s ugly head once more, sleeping seems so faraway.. tho I try not to over-think, thought overcomes me come what may.. I need to batten down the hatches betwixt my befuddled brain.. shove the shut up sign amongst it, go to slumberland again