The night is upon me, commence end of day reflection
Trying to sleep while thoughts swirl in my head
I've lived like a robot on autopilot
Resistant to change

The more I think, the more frustrated I get
Trying to remember but also forget
Why I'm alone in my bed
And where is the one who lives in my head

In the morning I'm happy
To have survived another night
And got some rest, feeling my best
But by golly I can't make the right decisions

For the things I promised at night to myself
Do not come to fruition in the dawning light
Every time I make plans it comes to naught
Maybe next week, maybe next month

The months turn to years, then decades and that's life
Funny I can't control anything including the present
I can't alter the future by myself
I cannot give clarity to my past when I'm all alone