Insomnia and sleeping the day away.
Not enough minutes in a day,
hours seem to run away.
To much to do not enough time,
to many mountains to high to climb.
Waking up in a rush feeling shame,
everything is as it was, its all the same.
Nothing has gotten done,
for I fell asleep again with the mornings sun.
I tend to feel that way about time whenever I’m trying to get things done. There never seems to be enough hours in the day. Great job on your poem. 
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