Last Night

June 16, 2014

I wrote a poem last night

And it made me think.

The only time we think

Is last night.

The world is so fast

During the day

And our brain so slowed

To process it

That our thoughts get

Pushed back and back.

So the only time we can really

Think

Is when everything stops.

When the light is gone

And our daylight mind-numbing

Operations put away,

Only then do we allow our brains to think.

So ask me again

why you can't sleep.

Ask me again, why when everything

Stops

Your body just can't?

The truth is, your body loves

this time more than anything.

When it is finally allowed

To be

To think

To do

What it wants.

And in this hour of random

Thoughts and crazy

Wants, I believe

We are the most we

Have ever been before

In a world that is too loud.

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