Who knew
Late night constructs
Could turn into such
Disastrous dilemmas
My mind races
But not around a track
Or some make-shift run way
Where runners go
To get away from such issues
I stay the course
Practicing patience
As if I really knew
What made people want to stay
It's sad
Because I really do
Is that silly?
Am I foolish?
For wanting to be here
To stay so still
Thus eliminating progress
To provide some sort
Of comforting process
To rest on the simple fact
That things just aren't that simple
Are they?