It isn’t easy being you.Others plot their paths to affluent satiety –
while you pursue the virtue
of exploring the bewildering variety
of sleepless mind. You’re up all night.It seems to you completely right.
To let the merest swatch of conscious light
go by without your overt scrutiny
would surely cause the mutinyof everything that mattered
in your thickly laden mental habitat.
A nap? The craven irresponsibility of that!
What psychic mildew!Missing nothing’s what you will do –
pursue until it’s filled you.
So far it hasn’t killed you.