Sleepy Woes

There are days when you sit all idle,
A million ideas to write,
But something doesn't seem right.

There are words waiting to be grasped,
But they seem out of reach,
A blank page on a distant beach.

I am sitting with a notebook and a pen,
I have to write, I know that feeling inside,
But my head, my heart and my words have gone off for a ride.

And I thought I saw a theme,
Waited for the idea to grow and complete,
Like a turtle head the idea took a retreat.

Right now I can't create or describe,
Even though a million thoughts are on a frenzy,
I wish them to drown in some far off river like Mackenzie.

Nothing good happens after 2 am,
So I set off writing about the above woes of nothing in particular,
A good nights sleep and tomorrow will be spectacular!