I hate how my mind wanders, while I lie in bed at night.
Where does it go?
Why does it leave me a shell of a person? Left tossing and turning, every worst case, every heart break, every little worry pouring in to fill the hole in my head left by my ever wandering mind.
where does it go?
How can it leave me here to drown in my own self-conciousness and pain, in my sorrows and worries. How can it look upon me, buried in broken dreams and wander off. How can it let me lose sleep over nothing at all.
Where does it go?
When the sun tumbles through my window, faint and nosy, opening my eyes with cruelty and ease I find my mind back where it belongs. But the worries, the sorrow stays tucked in the depths of my mind and pushed into my heart. Oh why must my mind wander...
Where does it go?