Nights lost in thought
Never finding what I need
A sky filled with stars
None I can touch
Nights spent walking
Through a jungle of wants
Stumbling over selfish desires
Falling among lost dreams
Nights hiding behind shadows
Reaching out into the night
Grasping for a sliver of light
But none exist
Nights wrestling life
Pushing back when pushed
Winning all the battles
Yet loosing every war
Nights laying in bed
Thinking of where I’ve been
What I’ve done
Who I am
Walker
1 comment:
Nighttime brings its unique set of wandering thoughts, yet I'm unable to resist it's silver glow, and somehow by 3am even they become dealable (is there such a word???)
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