It's the things that can keep you up at night determining what is important from what is not separating the wheat from the chaff so to speak and examining the remainder of your lot If you try something and you fail, it is disappointing, no doubt But what would have me tossing and turning are those dreams I didn't care enough about to even try, and then foolishly wonder why, even my daydreams seem unfulfilled. I wouldn't lose any sleep over what someone merely thinks of me, but I'd be less than thrilled if what I knew about my own self caused me shame. I wouldn't have the need to count sheep, over an unrequited love, sure the pain would sting, but far more painful would be the fear that kept me from taking that leap of faith, and missing out on a love of a lifetime. And when writing poetry, yes it would be nice if my fellow poets dig the vibe, but I can deal with the less than stellar reviews. What would keep me from getting any shut eye would be not releasing the flow, because I didn't pose it just so, hence locking the rhythm and rhyme inside. And lastly, I wouldn't suffer from sleep deprivation from being cognizant of the insinuation that I should be anyone other than who I am I haven't the time or inclination to really give a d a m n because it's awfully complicated just being me, although I've come to love it you see, it's "Watz" that keeps me, free.