Suspended above my wakeful brain
Invisible threads of dread
Playing my mind as a marionette
Spinning the worst-case scenario
My awareness is blithely unaware
Until I lay in bed, waiting for sleep
Then a play is put into production
It's bright in the darkness
Loud in the silence
I regret what I don't regret
I question what I'm sure of
I wish that I could go to sleep
Because the inconsistency is fleeting
A new morning brings a sharp mind
No longer muddled by rumination
Rest washes away the anxiety
Gives me a clean slate
If only night didn't stand in the way
Of that clear new day.
Invisible threads of dread
Playing my mind as a marionette
Spinning the worst-case scenario
My awareness is blithely unaware
Until I lay in bed, waiting for sleep
Then a play is put into production
It's bright in the darkness
Loud in the silence
I regret what I don't regret
I question what I'm sure of
I wish that I could go to sleep
Because the inconsistency is fleeting
A new morning brings a sharp mind
No longer muddled by rumination
Rest washes away the anxiety
Gives me a clean slate
If only night didn't stand in the way
Of that clear new day.