I am an Insomniac

I count sheeps from a hundred to one to again negative hundred, but my eyes don’t close.
My stomach is full, bank balance is not dull, but my brain can’t rest.
I have cornucopia of admirers and followers, but my body doesn’t relax.
My bed is comfortable and my robs are silk, but I can’t lay still.
Neither I hurt nor I bruise anyone, but my eyes are wide open.
I lived a life of success, but I can’t sleep.
Hey insomnia, what am I missing?
I am missing, that’s the word. I am craving, that’s the word. I am lonely, that’s the word.
Success is end of the road. Success means no purpose for tomorrow. Success means nothing to look forward to.
Comfort is end of the fight. Comfort means no struggle for tomorrow. Comfort means nothing left worth the efforts.
My stomach is full because I have no appetite.
I am missing someone, but don’t know whom. I am craving something, but don’t know what. I have no motivation to find someone and no desire to earn something.
Yes, I am an insomniac.