
3:00 a.m.
It’s 3:00 am and my mind is racing
A feeling of loss, so singular but encompassing
pretend I have a destination
Pretend I have an endgame
We live in a fast-paced world
Shorthand texts
Driving 5 miles over just to get there a minute faster
Always having a rush and never there for the ride
I feel restricted to a page
A word limit
deadlines looming so i resort to
I scroll through media, an attempt at distraction
It’s 4:00 am and My mind is racing
The dog is at the door, barking
Overwhelmed, in over my head
Trying to stay afloat in this fast paced world
All you can do is wait in the water and dream of a time where you’ll be floating instead of sinking
My mind is racing
but I’m afraid to go to sleep, I’m scared to miss a beat
My eyelids are heavy, thoughts become weary
but I will stay up to hear the rooster crow
Listen to the background
Look for ambient noise but I get distracted
My mind is racing
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