The Past

The Past

My eyes are tired
My mind is not
Running with
These empty thoughts.

What could have been.
What I should have done.
My sleep is lost,
My mind has won.

My pen to slow,
For my mind, to fast.
I try to catch
Each thought of the past.

To live for your future,
Is to embrace life.
But to enter the past,
You will live in strife.

That's why I lie here,
Awake in my bed.
The thoughts of my past
Are filling my head.