Sometimes I lay awake at night. Thoughts going through my head, About things I’d like to write tonight.
As I toss and turn I feel like Atlas. Like I’m carrying the world’s problems on my shoulders.
I jump from one topic to another, Even though they’re different issues somehow they seem to rhyme,
Someone get me a thesaurus.
I wrote this poem a while back about the volatility of my mind in the evenings. The burdens and the desire to act.