Why do I never get any sleep? and poetry again.

This morning I woke up at 4:30 A.M., and the sad truth is that I never went back to sleep. I had an unsettling(not exactly scary) dream, and it kept me feeling weird. So to dispense that feeling, I started reading 'The Poetry of Zen'. Translated Chinese and Japanese poetry. I didn't really stop too soon; I really like that stuff for some reason. And I witnessed dawn rise, and wrote a poem to it. If you want to read it then click here. Oh, but that feeling when you can feel your alarm clock pressing down on you, just begging to ring. I want to smash that thing to a million pieces.