Late at night or early morning
I do not head the clock’s warning
Awake I am with stirring thoughts

At time when all ought be sleeping
Awake I’m kept by thoughts creeping

Wonderings and ponderings wander
To where rest is never found
Yet search I do for where peace abound

Thoughts like spider webs in corner setting
To be swept away yet continue collecting
One leading to another
And another stirring several more
Till my head with thoughts is raging
Deafening with a mighty roar

To only dull the noise and then
Possible to hear the answers come in
Through the door I have not found
Leading to where peace abound