Noise pollution
Crowded spaces
What kind of spell
Have I fallen under
Casting into my whole being
You have
How many things
Have to feel me up with remorse
No vacancy
Would be my greatest
Request
My thoughts have
Always overstayed there welcome
Bogged me down
Tree of life
Soiled
Ying to my Yang
A habitual creature I am
Back and forth I go
I’m more nocturnal
Thee night has always
Appealed to me more
While thee day walkers roam
I toss and turn
Trying to find a stop
I can get off at
This overcrowded train ride
Has been an endless one
An unwelcome highway
Static electricity shocks my nerves
Too the core
If there’s an off
Switch I can’t seem
Too locate it
When my body’s to
Worn out to fight  
My mind fires on all cylinders
Will my shooting
Stars ever truly align fully
Will my insomnia ever let me rest
As my warped mind
Fails to deescalate the situations
Comfortably for a minute alone