Hard to sleep

A poem on restless thoughts.

I lay awake

Instead of sleeping

Suddenly my mind comes to my breathing.

A breath in,

Held,

And then out

I almost forgot how

But then remember I have been doing this all day without thinking

Impulsively I feel the need to count and control.

Then I start to wonder how many breaths I have left in total

Am I wasting these…

How many have I wasted?

Suddenly I realize I have taken my mind off breathing.

Yet somehow I took over?

Who am I ?

What is controlling me?

Where is my soul inside me?

And thats why it is sometimes hard to sleep.