Awake

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.