It's 3 AM
and I should be sleeping
but my mind is racing
and the silence is creeping
as I lay in bed,
staring at my ceiling
my thoughts are birds,
circling and wheeling;
they flit through my head,
so much like a clouded sky,
bringing reflection upon profound ideals
as they fly.
I consider the past, present,
and future, too
going over my thoughts
from half-past two;
I think of many many things,
beauty, misery, and strife,
and pain and joy, and other experiences
one has in life.
I think of what has passed,
what is, and will be,
as I swim through my thoughts
so much like a sea;
and though I have regrets
and doubts and fears,
what has come and gone has shaped who I am
after all these years.
It's 3 AM
and soon I shall be asleep
because I have dreams to chase
and a promise to keep.
-A.M.
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A Jar of Fallen Stars
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