Another sunrise
Which means another end to a restless night
Another-
Another expanse of lingering doubt, or should I call it regret
Over words I could have said
Hardly
It’s probably over the actions I should have stressed
Relaxing  
I don’t know, I’ll find the right words under a different moon
I’m not emotional, no, only when I drink too much
Uncontrollable? No, only when I think too much
These thoughts are just a delirious distraction from sleep
Perhaps they set in because I don’t dream enough
I like that
The concept of dream
It entices me, excites me
It certainly frightens me
Stroll through the corridors of my mind
In the back with all the other **** I’ve put off to the side
I’m sure you’ll find some peculiar boxes
Accompanied by the stagnant smell of a defeated ego
Surrounded by an air of distraught
I know it’s there, but I haven’t been
Maybe those boxes are what I need to wake up
But this isn’t a dream
Yeah, I just think too much
****
How long am I gonna keep this up?
Poetry, creative writing, expression in a wide variety
This is what the mind needs
This is what I need
So I’m glad that we keep in touch