Insomnia

As the city rests in peaceful slumber
I dream that I'm a little plumber

Every person has leaky pipes
And all are of different types

I have mine, back home, too
But those, I seldom attend to

I get too fussy sorting out things
Analyzing the perspectives of other beings

I dwell on an issue long enough
And that adds on to the pending stuff

I need to let go of every entity
That threatens to destroy my sanity

I'm clinging on to my profession
Trying to forget every emotion

And in chasing away the phobia
I've eventually gotten insomnia