Sleepy insomniac

I need to sleep but don't feel like it.
Feels like I'm waiting for something or someone.
Time goes by, distance as well as the wheels keep spinning.
Images reflect from my eyes as I pass by this revolving world.
People living with their residuel self image leaving blurred lines in my
accumulating grey mass.
Pieces of a dream pass me by, clearly dividing reality from my imagination...
Eyes that see me through without I've said a thing.
Trying to attain the particles and puzzle them together.
But the softest breeze spreads them around.
My shadow reaches while I attempt to stay impartial.
Subconciousness tells it what to do while I just let it flow.
Hope arises while a ray of light hits the ceiling and my shadow fades.
How can I remain the same?
As I stare and dream awake of the things which matter most.
I just change and meet myself again in a place long forgotten