When the moon shines its subtle glow over our heads,
thoughts race through my mind like the greatest of Grand Prix,

The distractions of the day are gone
And contemplation rules these hours

Memories, speculations, future scenarios,
All that exists converge within my mind

I lie awake, unable to drift into the calm waters of sleep,
Instead, I find myself in the volatile winds of a natural disaster,

Chaos consumes me as I long to find the bliss
Of the glistening diamond on its pedestal

Completely and utterly
untethered to the outside world