My Own

I fight to get a better look at what I'm facing. Still I'm sinking, replacing what I'm missing. Escaping my own prison. Wishing I could fall asleep but my mind is spinning. Even in my dreams I see disturbing visions. Dreaming of what once was mine. When life was fine. NIghts I sit alone with my book and fill the space in. Still I'm always thinking, embracing what I'm given. I like to think that somehow I'm enhancing my own wisdom. Lookin into the night sky finding somthing to believe in. However it may seem to you just save your opinion. Waiting for the sun to shine. Everything will be just fine.