My thoughts are limitless

My time, finite

How to spend this allowance?

A question that keeps me awake

As the wheels spin

The cogs turn over

I cannot silence them

They hum and clang

Ringing in my ears

My midnight lullaby

Every sense is heightened

Raised to a fever pitch

In the dark of night

My heart, the nocturnal watchman

Ever seeking

Searches for a sign

A light in the distance

Even as it beats

Keeping time with the material

Reminding me

To get some rest

My thoughts are limitless

My time, finite

— B.

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