Why this craziness grips me at times?

I know that there is solace in myself, somewhere embroyed in my womb.

I am in search, searching for what, I know no bound.

Sleepless I cherish the bounty of restlessness.

Restless I feel in my sleeplessness.

But I know, there is not a single thing I can do.

Till I am born and delivered.

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