Dreaming Awake

The night is late, the bed was warm,
But words keep coming like a storm.
Sleep will have to wait, I guess
As pen and paper break my rest.
 
Feeling caught between deep ocean and sand,
Craving salt-swell, but also firm land.
The lure of what could be, the strength of what is,
Shoulds and shouldn’ts, didn’ts and dids.
 
Riding those waves would be certain death,
Crashing on rocks of pain and regret.
To maintain sanity - shed dreams of the deep,
For precious stability, dry land, and sleep.