At an inconvenient hour

At an inconvenient hour
I am awakened by thoughts
Knocking at the door of my mind

And rush, grumbling
Down the stairs of my dreams
Struggling with the robe of my senses
To answer

I am met with eye scalding flashlights of inquiry
Which force their way, armed with the machine guns of urgency
Invading my peace
I am afraid

The police of my fears sit me at the kitchen table
Interrogating me with restlessness
Stuffing my head with shoutings
And implied accusations of impotence:

What can I do to make the world a better place
If I tolerate less than I desire at home?