The time

Being an insomniac is awful

It's 1:05 am
Sleep is constantly running from me
When I'm exhausted
My mind doesn't care
It wants to run wild in daisy fields
Who can blame it
That would be much better than sitting here
Left trapped in my own thoughts
A never-ending train of what if
Stuck in a downward spiral
Still managing a smile
Even if I did only get two hours the night before
It can't be helped
It's who I am
I don't let it define me
Though I am stuck with it
I have one thing on my mind
But a million different scenarios
All about her
All about us
Where we could go
How great we could be
How beautiful you are
What if you don't feel the same
All valid questions
But the answer I get
Nothing
I'm too afraid of scaring you off
So who knows when
Or if
I'll ask