The things that keep me up at night
are usually my mistakes:
Things I wish I had done
chances I want to take.
The regrets I can never shake
opportunities I long to make.
The things that keep me up at night
whisper in my ears:
Reminding me of good times
lost over the years.
Laughs over cold beers
the boys yelling cheers.
Of the times when I was brave
and had no fears.
The things that keep me up at night
replay in my mind:
Of the times when was I more inclined
to do something kind,
not climb behind walls
and turn an eye blind
to someone in a bind
I lie awake... troubled and torn
questions run laps around my mind
I try to find my way out of the maze called my brain...
but I am trapped in here and can’t escape.