Hollow Wishes

I am without sleep... Most times. Not from an unrest, I can not explain. But from a creative process... Absorbing my mind, Where these thoughts are contained. If I am not there to please your needs... Know that my desires are there. There is this 'thing' that takes hold of me. And I become hypnotized, Like a victim undeclared. Know that I want to share with you, I do. But I am committed to gifts, I can not ignore. And the seriousness of this affliction... I was born with and do adore. Even though I am without sleep... Most times. At all times, I am not without gratitude. So forgive me if it seems, You are not included... In those dreams I must make real. Please do not feel neglected. I must reveal the me reflected. And if I don't produce... My life would be reduced, To hollow wishes. And those I can not validate... Creatively enough to share, As evidence of my presence.