Wired. Not tired.
Once in a blue moon or two or three..
Triple threat, or migraine onset
Rumor has it the planets are to blame.
What to do in a moment,
When each minute becomes an hour?
Dream of waves Passing and Crashing
Through head pounding distractions, empower.
Now who's concerned why I write
At this hour of night?
--Considering this headache conspired..
As my thoughts dance across another lonely hour.
But what's left to do beyond writing the truth?
It's over before it began
And, does pain pass too quickly
For us to remember how it felt?
