Once again some crazy aimless chatter with myself

Wonder what they have to say
Those sparkling dust molecules,
Struggling to find their place,
Lost in frantic collisions,
Streaming through the florescent glow.

With zillion water droplets,
Striking my face and dropping dead,
I ponder what this night has in store.

Alone in this swanky city,
in a hotel room, neat and empty
I prepare myself to feel comforted
And alas! Fail each night.

Its 8:00 PM and bright as dawn,
Light fills my room with a stifling gloom,
Its unnatural I tell myself,
Life as such makes no sense.

Now in my bed, white as foam
And soft as feather,
I fight to find a comfortable corner,
Its difficult to read, since my mind is full,
And its difficult to sleep since my eyes are full.

And as usual I expect a miracle
To pull me away from these thorny nights,
To help me make sense of this life,
To help me walk this dark side.

And I am still staring at those dust particles
As restless as me, my friends in disguise,
Sharing something common,
No identity, no meaning,
Or perhaps something,
Still struggling to find….