I look at the clock, what time is it?
Why am I still awake?
Oh no, am I going manic again?
Is my mind about to break?
It's sad, I have to feel this way,
just one foot out of line.
Fear begins to build inside
this fragile heart of mine.
Maybe I'm just not tired,
I did get to sleep in.
I better not assume, just in case,
I'll prepare myself, again.
But wait, this could be depression.
I was kind of lazy today.
I'm allowed to relax for once, right?
To keep the stress at bay?
Maybe I'm just normal for once.
Everyone experiences this stuff.
Maybe I don't know how I feel.
Maybe I can't call my own bluff.
I can't stand that I know myself so well,
but yet have to question so much.
I never know if I actually know,
or if I'm out of touch.
Just thinking about all of this,
exhausts me until I tire.
And now that I feel I can rest,
my mind proves me a liar.
Is this a symptom? Maybe I'm wrong.
How will I ever know?
Without the heat of a blade, or eruption of ego;
That my knowledge hides below.
Ah, there it is, a brand new day.
Let's see what path I take.
Maybe I'll live without all these questions,
weighing me down for God's sake.
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