I think

Sometimes I lie awake at night
And think of the battles I've tried to fight
I think of how no matter where I go
I find the ground always empty of sacred, white snow
I think of the tears that have threatened to fall
But instead spend days trying to stall
I think of how life tries to change
But only succeeds in being more derrange
I think of how I spend hours reading and leaving my thoughts
When in reality, one could go crazy in that very spot
Then, last of all, I think of when I think
Because that's when my thoughts go crazy in one little blink