We all human
We turn to nights for the answers
At night the setting is set
Like a rain storm
It falls
The drops of madness
Your eyes close
But are you really asleep
You see, your past, future highlights
You try to recreate and plot a differ
Outcome. Over and over
Flashes after flushes
The regrets and joyfulness soaks in.
Everything turns black and white
To what if. . .