Nights become dawns and I'm still here,
Waiting for my thoughts to clear.

I'm wide awake, and I keep tossing these ideas around.

Basic. Negative connotations. Words.
I keep hearing and seeing everything you've ever said.
What is true and what is false?
Your words keep echoing in my head.

I'm insignificant, just a brief moment.
You only want a life of enjoyment.

Desires run rampant at night, if only they could be bound.

What if things were different, what if it changed?
Circumstance. Choice. Opportunity.
Given the facts I'd be a fool to respond,
I strive and contend for you, fruitlessly.

The night wastes me, the day is no better or worse.
I seek comfort and solace in anything, even verse.