12AM THOUGHTS

On a chilly night, I stayed outside

The moon was full and so was my mind.

My mind is crowded,

I hate the way it's bounded.

I hate these things

that run inside my head

It makes me angry and rest-free.

Oh, how can I sleep normally?

The thoughts I can't fathom

are the thoughts I can't stop.

They are wild,

and will always be.

Oh tell me, oh tell me,

why is this happening?

My thoughts are running

so they can't answer me.

They're like caffeine every single night:

"Dear thoughts, where are your flights? Just leave me, will you leave me?

give me sleep tonight."