Sleep you dream, you lose. The “is" you run from is faster then you.
It finds, divides, tears you in two.
Something imagined, we planned, created, fabricated a plan to, create other plans to land all our future expands, but the bed betrayed us as we lay us to sleep, to need this, to be awake and begone, the nightmares follow.
Reminded of a life that haunts us. Buggering the question, did we ever want this? Wake and terror, we never got this. Insomnia is a defense against the ever pursuit of happiness.