Go to Sleep

Poetry is my escape
It's where I go to get away
From get away
I can't sleep
But I don't wanna stay awake
Closing my eyes is the simplest
Body function
Next to breathing
I close my eyes
Yet my mind keeps racing
And then my fingers wake
Start to tapping
Grabbing
And squeezing
A pen
A pencil
A crayon
Then I write a sentence
Draw a colored path
On canvas paper
So I can escape
Away from here
But even after I've traversed
The inside
Outskirts
Of my cerebral
Brain
Inner thoughts
I wind up back
At the beginning
Of the end of my last verse
Poetry is my getaway
And music is the wind.