I lay in the dark of my room. The open window letting in the cool air of tomorrow. As time ticks away I try to close these restless eyes that refuse to release me. My mind wandering the paths of my past, unable to find its way home. Sleep bangs at the door but I am unable to answer its crude rhythm. When will the dark consume me and allow my tired mind to rest. When will I find my way out of these woods of insomnia