Waiting for a sunrise,
Chores, all done.
It takes time,
But thoughts don’t stop.
Mountains climbed,
To pass that time,
Hope is all that’s left,
For dreams to hang on.
Just look around,
Some just have it easy.
Even when it’s tough,
They all have something.
Then the mind ponders,
On what eyes have seen,
Gently whispers that;
Time hasn’t been forgiving.
Some nights it’s a wrestle,
Shut-eye seems impossible.
Racing mind, fighting thoughts,
Calming breath, holding down.
Faith says: it shall pass,
Hope says: I’m all you’ve got.
Fear is the shame I’ve got,
What life, is reality, such?
Ever wan·der 