Sometimes of the Endless Time

Sometimes, I just can't wake up

Sometimes, it is because I am lethargic

But Often it is not.

Maybe it is the conundrum of thoughts I had,

The night before when I couldn't close my eyes.

Or then again it could just be the nerves,

the crazy hormones that work in uncanny ways.

The tardiness that has become a part of life,

The craziness of living that's unforgiving and rash.

The suddenness and the bizarre passing of time,

Or madness within that grows by and by.

Sometimes, of the endless time I spend

I think life's unfair

But Often it is not.

It is just the weight of decisions that pile on and on,

the scariness of events unpredicted happening around.

The pain of loss, the prick of guilt,

The long list of things done and undone.

The nightmares of the night before,

The unfulfilled dreams of yesterday.

Sometimes, of the endless time, I spend awake,

I wonder, why I am wired unalike.

Maybe, maybe it's just the way I am,

Or maybe, I am just of an uncommon kind.