My Insomniac

Trudging through the light of day
Half awake and unaware
Waiting for the night to come
And cloak him in its soothing folds
Of solitary darkness...
He'll walk past, but you will not see
The man that he once used to be
You'll see him come, then watch him go
My maddened lost insomniac.

What troubles him he will not say
Events from an ancient age
Things he says you must remember
'They happened only yesterday'
In his ancient language- long forgotten
He'll tell you truths you'll never know
You'll see him come, then watch him go,
My maddened lost insomniac...