
like most days,
and lay there, wishing for the night
where I can rest–
and not have the thoughts fly
in and out
like Dragonflies in a Summer field;
My eyes burn and yearn to sleep;
but my mind wakes
and hums and whirls,
like a river on fire,
and will not cease
it’s endless imaginings…
It drives me like an engine
to get everything said out loud
so I can then face and stagger
through another day ,
living on caffeine and stress
until I fall back into bed, again,
to rinse and repeat.
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