Louder by the day,
even louder at night.
Thoughts racing through my mind
as I chase them with all my might.
Where is the stillness in the storm?
The light at the end tunnel?
Why does it seem as if
life is traveling through a funnel?
Straight through a funnel into the nothingness.
All I need is a day to rest.
A day to rest I cannot afford.
My nightly reprise is my only reward.
Trashing, turning, burning.
Smoke rising from the crown.
Sinking into slumber with a frown.
Wondering if I'll ever live that down.
Arise, awake, ruminate.
Overactive positivity to compensate.
Failure to adjust when it blows up in my face.
Why I am destined to this fate?
Balance, I'm told.
Character untold.
Hero to the world.
Legacies tenfold.
It is not enough.
It is not what I need.
What's the point of being a hero
if I can't sleep?
