The body so tired
The mind wide awake
Seems that second *** of coffee
Was a most huge mistake

I'm waxing philosophical
Yet have a juvenile mind
One of the most dangerous mixes
You will ever find

I'm thinking the questions
We are conditioned not to ask
And I can't help but write about it
As if it's a pre-destined task

Who are you really?
The sum of what you do?
What you think when you close your eyes?
Who is the real you?

I know who I am
And I'm not at all impressed
But don't get high minded
'Cause I also see through how you've tried to dress

We are who we are
No more, no less
I think we will all be better
When that fact we confess

Just a random thought
From a tired, yet coffee fueled mind
Yet one who has found peace
I hope we all find.