half past midnight

midnight poem

I had a lot of passions i never really pursued.
Always gave up halfway through.
I had a lot of dreams that never came true

Now i've lost my way and I don't know how to live my life,
now i can't seem to find motivation to find a new drive.

I am just so tired all the time,
I am just so frustrated without reason or rhyme.

But sometimes, sometimes i see the light.
And sometimes the future seems so bright.
Maybe I can be alright.

I can't give up just yet,
there is so much to do, so much to see... How could I forget?

Sometimes a spark is all that it takes,
even though i know, mony more nights i will just lie awake.
And wonder
ponder about nothing
and worry until my head is smoking.

And while I think I am suffocating,
there is always a friend waiting.
Always a hand helping.

So I know.
I may not be alright,
but i will be alive.