the silence of an awake mind

When the day has gone
and the night creeps in
reminding you of all that’s been
when the tiredness drains from your spine
that sickening silence of an awake mind
The mind the counts the goods and bads
the mind that fights the lows and sads
it knows so well to see in the dark
every memory becomes so stark
When the snoring rhythm comforts you
or the far off honking comes floating through
you know you lay there few more hours
you know sleep is more precious then stars
but the awake mind will keep its pace
you think it all out in that endless space
You can go past and future all at once
no wavelength setting needed, no tolerance
the random thots that occur and pass
the deeper ones that always last
Some same old memories
some very new
some that you have shared
some you will take with you
for the mind will catch you in solitude
it needs no permission to be rude
it doesn’t ask when it creates self doubt
it doesn’t care when it makes a cloud
when the lights are out its still the same
sometimes even the chatter can’t stop the train
The train of thot that follows you,
it will come again when the day is thru

when the all is done, whenever that may be
everyone feels like you n me
counting all the highs and lows
gauging all the fasts and slows
planning, wishing, thinking still
of all the ‘can’s and all the ‘will’s
of all the ‘why’s and all the ‘how’s
a moment of giving yourself the vows
slumber will creep in with the night
your agile mind will give it a fight
wake up ugly, sticky n with swollen eyes
sleep is the blessing without disguise