Midnight Meditations
It is way past midnight, so I bid you "Good Morning"
Although the darkness outside dictates that it still must be night
At least for those who are sane enough to be in bed asleep . . .
But I guess being considered sane leaves me out, because here I am
Up, dead-tired, yet wide awake, unable to sleep . . .
So, with tired body and mind, I go through my midnight meditations
A ritual of sorts that I go through nearly every night
Thinking about the day gone by, the past, and tomorrow . . .
Feeling elation and sorrow at once, along with pain and happiness
With no rhyme or reason for some of my more bizzare thoughts
Yet, all the same thoughts that haunt me . . .
So, here I am and will be here
Until I can no longer hold my eyes open
And then, and only then, will I fall like a deadman into my bed . . .
There to be greeted by unfinished dreams
But sometimes nightmares
Both of which serve as my nightly companions until the sun rises . . .
And then it all begins anew
My life as it is and always is by day
Until my midnight meditations meet me sometime after midnight . . .
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