Four point Someone

The insominiac owls have gone into the snug slumber;
the bats are long into their yogic inverse trance;
Half the world is fast asleep,
and the rest is still in the snooze mode.
But why am I awake?
Why dont I let my eyes rest?
Why do I punish them?
They are tired and red with anger on me!
My eye balls are burining as if in an inferno!!
But hey,these are not the only pair;
there are many balls out there being screwed!!
I need to sleep; to get lost in that dark bliss...
But, how can I sleep?
How can i even dream of it?
Dream, if at all I slept these days.
Got 'The' test tomorrow, chum!!!!
those fifty clicks decide your fate!!
Buthey,why am I doing all this?
Is this what I planned for?
Is this what am destined to?
I often ask Him these snippets,
but He always chooses one option, NOT ANSWRERED.
All this struggle is to, cross the Golden Threshold.
If life began at 4 in the Bible,
they say its so, here too.
Its all for that Fantastic 4,
to earn that monotone thread,
to transit from the colourful ones.
Is that the colour of pride and dignity,
or a subtle reminder of our fate?
Yet, here its the dream of everyone
to be that Four point Someone.....