quest: why & how

It is early in the morning;
for me late into last evening.
Should catch some sleep;
before my alarm does beep.
I sink into my cozy white bed;
with thoughts that have no rest.
Where does time lay buried?
I always find myself hurried.
Questions with no answers,
naps that long to be slumbers.
This is my daily routine -
a way days end and begin.
The morning sun is bright
I refuse to see the light.
But my alarm did not fail;
Neither did my mail.
I get all dressed,
another day to be rushed.
My questions still wait,
to be addressed late tonight.