Blank and anxious.
Lying down and feeling restless.
The eyes are not yet tired.
Waiting for the morning.
I am caught again.
Ambushed by an active mind.
Tiresome chases.
Is there no end?
Prompting my eyes to shut,
And urging the soul to calm
There is nothing that can be done,
Will the wrong decision ever be changed?
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Nice ending question, you got me pondering