What's wrong? What keeps you up at night?

i wish i knew. Perhaps nothing is wrong--no, that's not right at all. Perhaps a bit of everything--but, that can't be right either. Too much is beautiful for everything to be wrong--but there is something ...

i'm tired.

Tired of talking--i want to listen.
Tired of dreaming--i want to feel what's real.
Tired of shelter--i want to see the world around me.
Tired of perception--i want to taste life.
Tired of arguing with myself--i want peace.
Tired of running--i want to stroll and listen to the hum of a quiet song.
Tired of wanting--why can't i just be content?

i think i'm as happy here as i can ever hope to be. Tomorrow, though ... i fear what tomorrow may bring, or take. Why must today become yesterday? Why must now become then?

Contemplating tomorrow.

i am glad for tomorrow--it brings hope for those who need it:
Life for one.
Rest for another.
Home for the next.

For Them, then, i wish tomorrow were today. As long as the sky can be purple, nevermind the shade, i can find my hope.