Be

Maybe it was 3 AM yesterday.

Dawn was not even rise yet.

I should have been mindfull and content.

I supposed to slept tight.

But instead my mind was full.

Hands gripping the shirt over my chest.

Gasping for air while eyes streaming.

I was awake from dusk.

First I look up at the stars.

Hoping one would fall, a shooting star.

Instead I started counting, it endless.

At least it help me cope.

Keeping me busy.

Stars after stars connected.

Finger drawing my own constellation.

Ones could only dream, no,

Ones should always dream.