Wakefulness

I feel like I’m floating,
In the space between sleep and wakefulness
Slipping just below the surface,
The weight of sleep rests heavy
On my face.
A welcome pressure,
Still, sleep alludes me,
Children chasing each other in a game of tag.

I wait patiently to greet my friend,
Wondering aimlessly,
Around this twisted forest of thought.
Frustration grows
Like fire in my eyes.
Tranquility lost,
I want to burn this maze down,
But, as time passes
The trees grow taller,
The air grows thicker,
And I
Continue to wander.