Long nights
And fragmented days
Time is a jumble.
But it's always time to play.

In this world few reside.
But those with same problems
I won't just watch on by.

And I laid there wonderin
How many other folks like me were awake right now. Listening to the sounds through their open windows.
Too many thoughts.
What did they hear?
Crickets? Owns? Sirens? Gunshots? A babbling creek? Or tire screeches and horns honking.
All feeling thankful though to be in a bed safe from it all.