Before Bed
Sitting on the couch alone again,
Trying to sleep, my minds in blends
Running in circles that can not be controlled
Thinking of ways to postpone the future.
Looking up side to side realize now
We are meant to die. Work for you or not at all.
Happiness gone with a whisp.
What to do, controlling my mind.
Come out please and destroy my eyes,
What I see cannot be true,
This world is fake, me, you.
Happy when bad? Is it just last.
Is this why evil persists so much.
Why can we not do what we truly dream of doing?
Why are not?
Are we not aloud to say what we please?
Or do what we feel.
Once again, Sitting alone imagining fake.
Before bed my minds just so blank?
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