It's 1 am and I'm thinking about my responsibilities
Today was a wash and I'm trying not to let it drag me down
Pull me into that undertow and send me flowing out to sea, drowning in an ocean of my own creation
It's late and I should go to sleep
But my brain is still turning
Tallying the things I should have done today
Tallying the things I need to do tomorrow
When can I take the time to tally my hopes?
To tally my dreams, my ambitions, the things I love doing and the times I spend just doing nothing because sometimes nothing is the best thing you can do?
Sometimes the tally seems unbalanced
Weighted to the side that drags me down like an anchor around my neck
The worries outweigh the hopes
How do I even hope anymore
How do I hold dreams when I don't even know what the next month will be
I don't remember the last time I held a hope so big it filled my heart and watched it come true
If your hopes get dashed enough times is it worth it hoping again?
But then, I have always had a lover's heart
A heart maybe more trouble than it's worth
Jumping to conclusions, leaping without looking
It's 1 am and I don't know if this poem makes sense anymore
My brain still keeps spinning
I wonder when it will get still enough to sleep