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*
Copyright © Soleia FireBorn | Year Posted 2016
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