Late night stuck in my own thoughts,
Thinking about loved ones and ones that we fought....
Can't help to lay here and let my mind think,
Wishing I can go to sleep in each and every blink.
As I stare at the ceiling I begin to feel empty,
Loss of words wishing I can say a plenty
To my past self that I wish to improve,
But again it was just a late night thought,
Until I wake, I'll just go with the groove.