Insomnia

I let my mind wonder sometimes When sleep lets me down
Its never about global warming or politics.
Probably because the world has turned all that into one big sad story. Imagine if the world was run by folks that actually do care about us! The sun would probably shine brighter. Birds would bring us fruit covered in morning dew. Football wouldnt exist and war crimes would never be committed repeatedly.
Ok, so i let my mind drift off to the puppy i saw crossing the street once. Happy little guy. Didnt even check to see if a car was coming or not. Just crossed away. In my head, it might as well have been whistling. A whistling dog wouldnt raise any eyebrow am sure. Considering that they already wiggle their busy tails.
I think of this one mad man that i know. He never talks to anybody. All i know is that he walks a lot. Going nowhere. However, his stride holds so much purpose you would think he has just been summoned by someone important. He hates unnecessary material on him, so his clothes just about covers only the neccesary parts. The man is not a violent chap, and he happens to mind his own business. That is probably why i respect him, despite his questionable sense of fashion.
Sometimes i think of how our street lights look like candles in the wind. It appears like whoever came up with them liked the idea more than he actually liked people to see where they were going. Only three of them work now. The rest are for show.
There is the bus driver who takes my baby sister to school every morning. I think of him sometimes. The boy lacks manners. I am sure he is reserving them for the afterlife. He clearly enjoys making use of the horn. You can hear him all the way from down the road. I could swear he practices car horning during his free time.
I sometimes think of my favorite great aunt. Her name is Lydia. I had to look at her Identity card to know her actual name. All this time, she believed her name was Rudia. Correcting her now, at 87 would probably do more harm than good. So i let her bask in her happy ignorance. My great aunt Lydia has four teeth. Evenly spread throughout the mouth. Her nose is her biggest feature. It takes up her entire face, leaving little room for her other facial features. I have never seen her do anything physical except to walk when she really has to. She doesnt look her age at all. She looks way younger. And walks upright. I like Aunt Lydia because she is very rude,lazy and stubborn. Such bravery deserves a medal because old age is not for sissies.
Lately my mind has been pinned onto how we never get to have the good stuff during those holy communions. Especially considering that our church recently purchased those little shot glasses to use for the  quarterly occasions. Sometimes i feel like we only get to drink grape juice, i mean im not against it totally but i wouldnt have minded a lil good thing here and there.
I am sure i then fall asleep at some point. But not before i think of depressing things. These include what i might have been. If i had been born to another family. I like my family. If i needed a transplant or something, i know a few members who might actually be willing to spare a body part. However, what if i had been born to a gypsie family that live in a trailer park somewhere in Sweden? Or had i ended up in a foster home inYugoslavia? I always wonder. I always wonder. Then i drift off to slumberland. No wiser than before