Restless
The mind races
millions of thoughts
as the moon rises--
questions unanswered--
curiosity.
Energy exists
where energy is naught--
adrenaline rush.
So many things to do
and only one you.
The power
to do anything.
Your hands-- your will;
opportunity and accomplishment
within reach.
Cometh the rising sun
fall the rush.
Collapse-- energy gone;
it is time--
battery recharge!
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