A Simple Question

Worrying about the tiny things in the dead of night.

Somehow in this hour, the time you spent relaxing haunts you even more.

The door and the window merely becomes a portal for the past and the future to enter.

You lay there, weighing in every possible outcome of your actions, every possible way of overturning a few.

And if you're lucky, you'd want to know where you'd be when you're old.

You can really wonder what your mind will say tonight, where it will take you, what it will show you and

how you'll respond to your own mind when it asks you the next day,

"How well do you sleep at night?"