Moonlight reaches the window
and covers up a part of the wooden floor. There you lay
in the comfort of your cotton made bedding. The scent
of your existence infused into the sheets. Your mind
hungry like a fire for new logs to burn. Thoughts
you'd steal just to see how they would fit your walls;
what kind of shadows they would cast behind;
would they be worthy of moonlight?
Needing a new thought to fight it, to challenge it,
just to see how strong it holds its ground.
Some new bone to chew upon, to break
the known system of thinking. To change
the wires in your skin. For it has been proven
to hold back the horses of your sanity.
Who does it take to remind you of the possible future
at your back? Of all the things the future picture is made of,
which elements deserve your blood and sweat?
Ghosts of the past have long since whispered
in your ears, since you were eager to listen.
Learn what you can from gazing ahead to the past
and then leave it without walking in regret. The next moment
will slip by faster if you give in to anxiety; but for the most part
worst case scenarios don't come true; they just feed
your fears, which in return cloud the skies
that you walk under. If not now, then when,
will it be a good time to feed the hunger for change?