Therapy Bits

My hands are twitching, eyes wide-bright,
A jitter-dance beneath the light.
The clock ticks on — it’s half past two —
But sleep won’t come, though I pursue.
The caffeine chorus hums anew.

A thousand thoughts, electric, race,
Each orbiting at breakneck pace.
My blanket twists, a coiled despair,
While phantom deadlines fill the air,
And dreams dissolve in wired glare.

I count the sheep — they leap and blur,
Then turn to spreadsheets, start to purr.
I draft emails inside my head,
Then question every word I’ve said,
While dopamine outshouts the dread.

This coffee high has wrecked my night —
My heart tap-dances out of spite.
The shadows stretch, the silence mocks,
My mind’s a maze without a clock,
A swirling storm in static shock.

Yet still I sip, a fool confessed,
Addicted to this sleepless quest.
A bitter brew, my chosen chain,
I chase the buzz, ignore the strain,
And trade my peace for beans again.