perpetual twilight

midnight hours draw genius from some
but these hours i lie while my hand plays dumb
i'm ever awake but never inspired
this body wants rest but her brain never tires
heavy lids crave the sleep that doesn't come so easily
thoughts uncontained that can't be maintained
array themselves in a haphazard way
you think them at rest but not so fast
they disband and scatter at the slightest of breath
ink lays to paper and oh the frustration
the cycle repeats again and again
wrong words lacking rythm
and in the end still
thoughts unconcontained that can't be maintained
array themselves in a haphazard way
succumb to the mediocrity
it's all been written anyways

how it goes

these sleepless nights and relentless thoughts
have become a common occurance
it's bad but it's good
because i've found that i could
solve all the world's problems but mine
something's not right
a constant battle i fight
try as i might
i always lose sight
it's not all me, i'm not alone
the battle's not mine to win
God is in control
desperate for recongnition
but God that's not my mission
longing for closure
i need more exposure
to the true meaning of trust
rather than my worldly lusts
make my vision as yours
give me spiritual eyes
to know you more
so i can show them you