No Returns or Exchanges

Insomnia, I can't sleep
I don't want to because I can't dream.
Everything I've wanted,
well, reality.
Everything I've ever thought of,
well, the truth is more frightening.
Everything I've done
all comes back in my sleep.
But dreams are supposed to be
just synapses crackling.
But they all make sense.
I can draw the lines
between your mind
and where mine connect.
I can build a sand castle
of all my thoughts
a kingdom I'll erect.

I can sleep, I can't dream
I can sleep, I can't live.
I can't breathe, I can find
the limit in my limbs.
I can find the inside
but I get lost every time.
I can't find the outside
because its blindingly bright.
I don't sleep because robots
they don't function while wet.
I cry every time
my head touches the bed.
I can lift a blue whale
I can excavate dinosaur bones.
But the things that I've done
well, they can't leave me alone.
I don't dream because everything I am, I once wanted.
And now that I have it,
well, I want to return it.