Sleepwalking Savant Poem by Rob Hyden

I walk the streets in my sleep late into the night, no one knows I’m not awake and I never start a fight.
I make my way to the store to fill my grocery list, I’m always calm and keep my cool I never shake my fist.
I walk the aisles and check the shelves looking for a deal, even though I’m sleeping I’m sure I never steal.
Picking through the produce looking for the best, I never get distracted and I never need to rest.
I step up to the till with the money in my fist, as he scans the items I remove them from the list.
I do things in my sleep I could never do awake, people don’t believe me and think I’m just a fake.
Walking in my sleep I have no sense of conscience but shopping in my sleep is a silly kind of nonsense.
I finally wake and glance around looking for some clues, I feel so glad I’m at home and never made the news.