The Passing

He sat in his room,
In the darkness of night,
Not a thing to disturb him,
No thoughts or passing light,
Thinking of his past,
Wondering of whats to come,
Knowing he made mistakes,
Not to many, but some,
All the fears he defeated,
All the things he'd lose,
All the fights he got in,
His mind would never snooze,
It just kept passing,
Throughout his mind,
Because of this fact,
Sleep he just can't find....

Last night was a long night for me. I couldn't find sleep anywhere; my mind just kept racing. Yesterday wasn't the best day in the world as my best friend is fighting with me and all my other freinds I've been hanging with are now busy or grounded. I have to work today on some banners I've been making for the community arts center, but how knows what "passing" i will go through tonight.