Feb 10, 2015
However welcome still, the weary mind, Thinking of the the time that's past by. Staying up out of my slumber, Questions start coming, to many to number. Two a.m. Staring at the ceiling, mixed up emotions, maybe it's time for healing. Moonlight straight into my eyes, Making me see life's a surprise. Tossing and turning isn't worth the wait, For life keeps going you'll never be late. Late for good times or bad, With thoughts like this no need to be sad. Things will happen no matter what you do. So make the best of the thoughts that stew.
A take on a "Fixed Idea". My version "At Night"