:: Midnight ::

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a new day begins, before i end the previous,
awake still. body weary, but mind animated.
a month has passed since proving intellect,
respite earned, yet restful sleep evades.
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monsters under my bed no longer give fright,
when compared to those hiding in the back of my mind.
what merit they have i cannot discern,
with no strength left to banish them, they roam free.
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laying awake i stare into the night,
watching sun, moon, and stars in their ceaseless flight.
no help are sheep to count, or any of the usual tricks,
that used to quite the mind and force a slumber.
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i turn to a friend, in hopes of freeing the sleep,
one who has special meaning to me which i cannot explain.
i escape the bed which no longer comforts,
and flee into the darkness, with a guttural roar.
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floating as if dreaming, into the countryside,
to a place i seldom visit when cloaked with night.
the road appears before me, a hundred yards at a time,
i ease off the throttle as critters great and small cross my path.
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the wind on my face penetrates my head, and clears the mind,
enabling sight of the greater picture, with each passing mile.
floating along i forget the mistakes i've made,
and the more haunting thoughts of ones i've missed.
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with engine silenced, the world is transformed by starlight and bullfrogs,
so bright and loud now without synthetic glow or roar.
it is simple to remain strong with companionship,
but alone the strength is found much deeper in the soul.
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