I can't sleep

I can't sleep, my thoughts are too deep. My eyes are tired but my brain is wired to never cease. Same old same old song and dance, complaining about ruminating and lack of illuminating thought. I invite you all, my fellow night owls, and insomniacs to burn the midnight oil with me. Think of an emotion, place, person, cat, dog, car, or memory and turn it into a poem. It doesn't have to make sense, so I believe. Let your hand do as it will and your brain ponder as wildly as vines grow on the side of a house. I can't promise you success tonight, but I can promise you self fulfillment on any sleepless night.