Sleepless nights

My sleepless untimely nights, when dreams and words, come to my head, When I feel free, as I'll ever be, I get strange feelings in my bed. My dreams help me, days in and out, they wield my future, there are no doubts. The words and thoughts, of worlds behold, of things I wish, to see, to know, my thoughts and dreams, of life itself, helps me think of the world. Where do souls go, after life? I see the answer, right through my eyes. My sleepless untimely nights, always make me, question life, they help me, understand the world, but what about yours?