Midnight Boredom

I lay awake bored,

In the middle of the night,

Having conversations,

Leading no where.

Searching for a song,

That could justify the feelings,

I’ve been feeling,

Finding the one you made me listen that afternoon,

Shuffling it to stumble upon a band,

I had stopped listening,

Yet no words could shake,

The frightening feeling from my heart,

That something is not right.

Giving up,

I try to sleep,

But I keep thinking of the sweet nothings,

We say to each other and the world,

Preparing to wake up another day,

To be alive,

With a whole lot of new questions.

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FLY, I SAY