Day turns to night
Night turns to day
It all happens so fast
Time flies
And what have I done
Two hours have passed
So much to do
Nothing to do
So many ideas
Racing through my mind
Big things, big projects
Can't focus
No clarity
Feels like an earthquake
Within
Tired, agitated
Make a list
Wash my face
Quit the race
Into bed
Fake dead
Start again
Bright and early
