Sometimes I toss and turn at night
I can feel a thousand others do the same
We all lie awake with these thoughts dripping from the faucet of our brain
We always try
To turn the handle
Make them stop
Yet every attempt is in vain
There is nothing we could do to keep these thoughts contained
There is no drain for them to slip away
Instead they cause a flood in our minds
They make you realize there is no way to rewind
Trapped once again by the bars hidden behind our eyes
We continue to toss and turn
Attempting to shake away the truth of our mortality and find a way to dream of a place where happiness is not bought
These thoughts at night are louder than in the day
They scream like sirens
And you can't turn them off
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
Sometimes I toss and turn at night
I can feel a thousand others do the same
We all lie awake with these thoughts dripping from the faucet of our brain
We always try
To turn the handle
Make them stop
Yet every attempt is in vain
There is nothing we could do to keep these thoughts contained
There is no drain for them to slip away
Instead they cause a flood in our minds
They make you realize there is no way to rewind
Trapped once again by the bars hidden behind our eyes
We continue to toss and turn
Attempting to shake away the truth of our mortality and find a way to dream of a place where happiness is not bought
These thoughts at night are louder than in the day
They scream like sirens
And you can't turn them off
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