12 A.M.
Lying awake
night after night
while thoughts
run countlessly around
Remembering the joys
to re-experience the thrill
and dreaming of love
that is yet to come
Relentlessly turning
never comfortable
always changing
to a different thought
What makes the world turn
why do the birds sing of love
when i am lonely
and rest is impossible
Will it end
or will i lie awake
until the end of time
dreaming impossible dreams
BY JASON REID
