A Poem: Restless

I toss and turn in my sleep,

dreams of madness awake me,

I don't know why can't it be,

enough confusion give me simplicity.

My vision is blurred I rub my eyes,

never seems to matter even if I try,

the picture is crooked it's out of line,

I always come up short out of time.

It makes no sense there is no ending,

how can there be a future without a beginning,

in my bed I'm restlessly spinning,

all is lost I'm done comprehending.