Midnight Thoughts
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When it all begins,
With only four thoughts
One for each zero,
Along with the perfect timing
2am when 21 becomes
42 thoughts flying through my mind,
21 times 2 the second month of the year
February when it all began,
3am when it all crashes down
I‘m captive in my own self
My own mind is my personal jail,
And I submerge in a subconscious submarine,
Where 42 turns into the
Infinity thoughts of the unknown.
Thoughts are no longer thoughts
They are me they are who I am
During my midnight thoughts,
4am instead of an hour past
It feels like per each thought it
Has been a year the time slows down,
Almost as if life was giving me a second chance,
To slow things down '
and live in the moment.
5am therapy ends with the
Collection of thoughts rolling down,
From my eyes to my cheeks
Giving them life
Glossy, vivid and moist,
As my thoughts fade away,
I fall asleep.
Copyright © Andrea Beyer | Year Posted 2017
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