Nighttime Thinking

There's a certain kind of boredom out here

That I really dread

But I'm learning how to live

With it

Nighttime thinking keeps me moving

Keeps me pushing, I don't stall

From my own judgement

I just walk up the hill

I am fluid, I am floating

I am tethered, I am soaking

But I'm just free enough

To feel something that's not it all

I am flying on the outskirts

And just barely reaching in

To the barrel of my mind

That's brimming heavy with mist

I see me for what I am

Just a body made from chance

Just a soul that gets too heavy

Just a mind that can't stay still

If I wake up in the morning

And the notes are somehow gone

I'll imagine it was just a dream

There never was a song

When I'm walking down the street in Fall

The crisp air on my cheeks

I'll hear something rustle through the trees

That feels like it's for me

It will be just out of grasp

But the tease is all I need

To know the dream was very real

And the song lives on somewhere

I am fluid, I am floating

I am tethered, I am soaking

But I'm just free enough

To feel something that's not it all

I am flying on the outskirts

And just barely reaching in

To the barrel of my mind

That's brimming heavy with mist

I see me for what I am

Just a body made from chance

Just a soul that gets too heavy

Just a mind that can't stay still

I stop caring where the world is

And where I am within that

I'm a presence, I'm a visitor

A conscience with a laugh