Atlas

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 worlds 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. 

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