Sense
though night has fallen
i lay awake
staring at the ceiling
trying to figure out what is what
the dreams that come
they make no sense
switching from one to another
never stopping on a single thought
non-coherent imaes flash past
of random things that don't seem to last
will i ever make sense of them
or will i give up to let it win
Copyright © Samantha Search | Year Posted 2010
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