Always Dreaming, Never Sleeping

An insomniacs memoir in poem form?

Consistency, but not desired
The world’s asleep and I’m not tired
Motion, running, thoughts askew
For one night, let me be you
Always dreaming, never sleeping
Look outside, the sun is creeping
The sky lights up, my eyes droop down
Why is sleep always a noun?
Wide-awake, it has its pros
I know a world you’ll never know
And over time, I find I’m coping
Never slumber, always hoping