In bed he lies, chasing sleep’s embrace,

Yet chaos stirs, no peace to trace.

A craving burns, a smoke, a need,

As restless thoughts like wildfire feed.

Ideas flash, but none take hold,

Fragments swirl in stories untold.

Insomnia’s grip, a mind’s wild ride,

Lost between the words inside.

He longs for calm, for night’s sweet end,

But in the storm, his thoughts suspend.

A tale, a smoke, a fleeting dream,

All lost within the chaos stream.