My body yearns to rest,
Buy my mind is active, Awake.
My mind is empty,
My thoughts transparent.
What makes me this way?
What put me in this stressful place?
Is it my exhausted body?
Or my hightened senses?
Or perhaps, the dark, silent night?
I cannot think clearly;
My body is to tired,
But my mind refuses,
It wants to go on, to keep running.
What do I do now?
My brain is active, yet running low
On creativity, imagination, and uniqueness.
So, to help my self,
I grab weapons fit for a battle,
An internal battle, between mind and body.
What are these weapons, you ask so?
I shall tell you, my friend.
The weapons I fit for this battle,
Are the mighty paper and pen.