Philosophy is no cure for insomnia.

I always get the best ideas when I'm trying hardest not to think.
Now, what does that say about me?

I wish I could be wild all the time
like I sometimes let myself be.

Not wild so much as impulsive.
It's just more fun.

Instead, I retreat into
Sarcasm, the retreat of those inclined to condescension
In unfamiliar territory
Which is nearly everywhere, these days.

It's odd to be so worldly and naive.