Testo Sleepless We Seem

Sleepless we seem,
spun out and strung out on oxygen.
Useless progress,
making our way back a top a dead horse
a life force due north
avoiding the noise isn't easy
so free me and help me clear my name.
My hands contend again
failing me to find myself and end.

And everything that I cannot remember
falls back in my face.
Have I been sleeping here since last September?
Forgive me what I waste.