Learning something every day is, for me, a must,
but sometimes curiosity can be a tremendous bust.
Being inquisitive might become a curse,
when, because of it, your insomnia gets so much worse.

Too much thinking late at night,
is an oft-occurring personal plight.
Getting to sleep can be a fight,
despite knowing much of what sleep therapists cite.

A thinking mind is a gift, 'tis true,
but at certain times it can make me blue.
It can prevent rest and make me somnolent.
Then reasoning becomes convoluted and instigates wasted time spent.

I'm addicted to wikipedia despite its many mistakes
and appreciate how easy to answer questions it makes.
I wonder how I lived without this easy dictionary access,
and kind of rue how much time research took in days past.

But everything has its pros and cons.
The dichotomies in this universe just go on and on...
We often have questions on our minds.
Quandaries plague us all the time.

Even though I'm tired, I must try to make my thoughts clear,
and remember to savour all I have here.
I must stop complaining and be grateful I'm me,
and just accept that this situation is meant to be.