I'm too tired to sleep
Too awake to wonder
I just want to wander
And it all comes back to you
Why are you draining me?
Or is it me draining me?Can I not see the truth
We'll never be anything more
I can't think like this
Or is it thinking at all?
Since when are you the one
That is not already dreaming
For am I alone
Alone in my wanderingsYou're close to the center, I'll damn well give you that
But my main motivator
Is run by me
So why am I so weary
That I cannot sleep?
Why do I dare think of things
That I will never be able to keep?
YOU ARE READING
This is[n't] it
Poetry2021 note- This is more of an archive of old poetry now =) I like poetry. This is my first time doing something public, if not anonymously. I appreciate feedback, as long as it's constructive criticism. Any tips for getting a vague feeling out onto...