Most nights I lay in bed
Waiting for tomorrow
As my head case of a
Mind buzzes and crackles
Like blaring T.V. Static

My brain wanders to
Unknown, dark places
Imagining the things
Like a faint scar across
A perfect canvas, why

My hands kept at my sides
Not letting them or my brain
Wander to uncharted waters
Deep, alluring, unforgiving
Needing to contain control