I want to sleep
And sleep doesn’t come
Because
I think about things gone by
And things to come
And
I try to bring myself
Back to the present
It’s so easy
To let go
And think about
Things I want, or need, or would like to see
Happen
And
I bring myself
Back to the preset
What will tomorrow bring
And what was yesterday all about
I think
And remember
And try to make sense
Of things
And
I bring myself
Back to the present
Because
It is only
In the present
That I can live
Authentically