Overthinking

Everytime, I close my eyes

I start to overthink

it's a thing

that makes me sick.

I can't even sleep

because when I'm tryna dream

several thoughts are flashing through my mind

like stars on the sky

on a cloudless summer night.

The world is spinning around me,

I know this is wild,

but when I really dream,

I see home,

my only and one.

I imagine the sun

getting just over the horizon,

leaving light and warmth

wherever it can,

while I'm sitting outside,

in the garden

watching the dance of the pleasant sea breeze

with the tranquil waves.

it's funny, how we're told to be free,

yet you can't leave your country

if you don't have the money.

And what about justice?

Some can travel,

others don't have the chance

they can't go nowhere,

just stay

and accept their fate

and hope that

in the end

when there will be no more time left

and the Lord gathers us together

it won't really matter

where you have been

and what you have seen

until you did your best.

***

Written for Randy Baker's Prompt #5:

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