Night time

At night my mind is the busiest, my thoughts jump from one subject to the next
I cant fall asleep, I think until I wear my self out
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, sometimes I just stay up and not sleep at all
When I do sleep my dreams are crazy just like me
Some memories from my past are lived all over again, good and bad
Some times I dream of a dream I want so badly to come true
I wake up in a good mood sometimes, and other I wake up,,,
Breathing hard, scared and wondering why I had such a horrible nightmare
I jump up and turn on the light and sleep none the rest of the night

Night time can be a blessing
Night time can be a bad dream creeping up on you like your own shadow
You want sleep, you want your dreams, you want to be free

So close your eyes and fly
fly away from your own life
Fly to your dreams