In bed at 7, my mind needs to sleep
Tasks today have been difficult, weak
My head feels foggy, it’s hard to think
Knowing in the background the anchor sinks.
I want to pull it up, that takes energy
Fight through the pain of another tragedy
Keep my voice high among a billion screams
Feel it will matter, but it doesn’t seem to
I have girls to raise and I need to be strong
But I have my own struggles going on
Among the world’s they seem like tedium
Mere specks on the continuum.
Feeling this lethargy today,
while processing this pain;
prompts me to be kind –
to put on hold the massive goals as if we’re living in the Truman Show.
We never were.
We must live in our realities,
sagas and sorrows.
We need to press on for the ones that are lost to the ones that forgot the above:
To the ones that forgot that greed is not love.