Everybody Sleeps Poem by Phil Soar

Somewhere in the world, people are asleep
While we go on and conduct our lives

An orchestra of snores and dreams
Instrumental in either relaxing or worrying

Some people may lie waiting for sleep to come
Only to find that their mind will not allow it

Staring at the ceiling they wish they were in a seperate time zone
One where their mind could party until morning

But eventually they fall
Close their eyes and drift away

And the hustle and bustle of our day continues
We don't give them a second thought

No matter, they are unaware of us
Because in their place, Everyone sleeps