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Insomnia returns Like an old friend. Well, maybe not a friend. But that annoying person You are never fully capable Of shaking away. What is one to do? But wait for morning to come along And take your mind off of everything. In a few days, What should be a clean slate will begin. But it’s not. Not really. It’s just a reminder That time is wasting away. That there is never quite enough. At this hour most everyone sleeps Or partakes in an event Far more pressing than my sanity. So what is there to do but sit? Alone with my thoughts, my regrets, Worst of all my fears. Nothing you can do is good enough Though people might say it is. But deep in your heart you know There is always something missing If there wasn’t, Would we be human? Are we even capable of reaching happiness? Or are we stuck in a loop of ongoing disdain? Forever miserable. Forever awake. With your heart racing your mind Trying to determine who can work faster. Neither ever seems to win. They just continue to fight Over and over Resulting in a constant tie. Maybe one day all will be clear. But for now it remains mud.
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Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
The Race
Insomnia returns Like an old friend. Well, maybe not a friend. But that annoying person You are never fully capable Of shaking away. What is one to do? But wait for morning to come along And take your mind off of everything. In a few days, What should be a clean slate will begin. But it’s not. Not really. It’s just a reminder That time is wasting away. That there is never quite enough. At this hour most everyone sleeps Or partakes in an event Far more pressing than my sanity. So what is there to do but sit? Alone with my thoughts, my regrets, Worst of all my fears. Nothing you can do is good enough Though people might say it is. But deep in your heart you know There is always something missing If there wasn’t, Would we be human? Are we even capable of reaching happiness? Or are we stuck in a loop of ongoing disdain? Forever miserable. Forever awake. With your heart racing your mind Trying to determine who can work faster. Neither ever seems to win. They just continue to fight Over and over Resulting in a constant tie. Maybe one day all will be clear. But for now it remains mud.
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emily-barker
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
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