Too much coffee.
Not enough sleep.
A headache, a heartache,
a busy schedule to keep.
We all have our problems,
we all have our needs.
Some, they have flowers,
others, they grow weeds.
The earth keeps on spinning,
no matter how we feel.
In the end we all wonder,
does it matter what is real?
Dreaming strange dreams,
digging up the past.
Looking to the sky,
time passing by so fast.
Where are we going,
why do we stay silent?
Who knows of good and evil?
why it's important to be quiet?
We are all tired here on earth.
We all ask of death and life.
We all wonder the meaning
behind our meaningless strife.
what I really want to know
is why we hold ourselves back,
from things that make us happy,
why we play and act
and lie to ourselves
as if our lies come true....
but they won't and you know it,
what's in your way- is you.
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Submission Name: A string of thoughts
