Sleepless: A Poem

it wasn't the coffee

nor anxiety

it is the thoughts

that swirl around

and linger

and push me here and there

if you can't sleep

you can't dream

who is dreaming my life?

is it Maya

only an illusion

the cycle of waking and dreaming

forever revolving and taking me with it

like the seasons

like night and day

an endless cycle

with no beginning or end