Stroke of Midnight Past

I'm awake and I'm bored been thinking… Round in circles How I can't shut Down the hill is a giant Lesson learned, but I Do not think I'm ready Awake and tired Silly deep in thought Less changes nothing Of how tomorrow will be Sleepy, mixed up thinking Running away from It all, hiding from the truth That I'm not sure I even know Alone, with my thoughts Dangerous blades Of grass full of dew And with purpose The right things are not Meant to hurt like Terrible accusations Of meaningless lies Good intentions are Wrong ways to deny The facts of life's Blissfull moments Here I sit with my fingers Tapping on the keyboard The light of my Mac Keeping me company This makes no money Brings no one close Six closed-minded rumors Occupying soulless vessels Why do I care About what I can Not change The world we live in I shudder to think straight With only two ears, and A voice combined with Breath makes words Is anyone around Here saner than I Am refusing to complain Here it is confusing With words that do not have Rhyme or reason Just mixed up lines Written at my command *Wink*