Late Night Thoughts

Eventually we face our demons. The reflections in our mirror. Wiping away the steam to see things much clearer. Trying to right the wrongs and erase the mistakes that were written in pen when our bets had high steaks. Masking the pain with whatever fills the cracks cause our train of thought derailed & is on the wrong tracks. Oh how parting is such sweet sorrow, when fear is resting on the dawn of tomorrow.

And I thought things would be different, I guess I'm naïve, for this whole time it was you in who I believed but If you wish for peace, prepare for war, as patience is what you must learn to implore.

Things have become so tedious as if someone slowed your clock, as if you were waiting for my last tick to tock. But it seems that normal is only a setting on a dryer, and to dream of it being more is clearly misfire. 123 123 deep breath in and exhale, for all hell has broken loose and I'm stuck to bewail. I'm not just a convenience, as time waits for no man, yet clearly I, a woman, wasn't written in that plan. Clearly happiness in my favor seems to be a killing joke. no more then comedic effect for all types of folks. All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest person to lunacy, for craziness and I, got together in unity and I can feel myself beginning to go mad, but it seems to be the safest place since the world is so bad. Wishing things would just come to a holt, Oh how I dread these late night thoughts.