Distracted,
By mind chatter and bad dreams,
Thoughts racing wildly,
What does this all mean?

How can I place myself,
Out of this chatter?
What lies ahead?
It truly does matter.

Eyes open then closed,
These dreams do haunt me,
In a state of struggle,
I wish they’d let me be.

How could I possibly,
Predict how this life may go?
Do I really need to?
I could just lay low.

Pretending,
Envisioning a life full of purpose,
A meaning and reason,
I hope this is worth it.