I feel like these years
Have been spent
Walking in my sleep
Pinch my arm
But I’m in too deep
I wish I could wake up
But I’m trapped
In this prison created

By me


Counting Sheep

Staring at the ceiling

I can’t sleep

The space for my thoughts to dive

Is unfathomably deep


Thinking about school

Thinking about life

Thinking about the great things

Thinking about my eternal strife


My thoughts constantly race

From point to point they leap

My thoughts get bizarre

I hope my sanity I keep


Thinking about people

Thinking about me

Thinking about what I am

Thinking about what I could be


Eventually my thoughts begin to slide to a stop

My eyes slowly close, I smile and peacefully drift off