Nothing good comes after 3 AM
The monsters are waiting just around that corner
I am losing already.
Great confusion over life goals
Nothing comes easily
The landscape where I once seamlessly stepped into
Now not really.
Hush! You are no more a little baby
A sad and helpless insomniac
Penning thoughts for solace in sleep
If only words can make you drowsy
Maybe I should do a push up
Or simply shut up my burning eyes
What about this constantly humming brain?
Maybe symptom of an everlasting pain
Make this stop please I beg
You can if you want to, says a voice from within
But isn’t that a case with everything?
The question of how might beat the question of when
And the collateral might defeat the win.