Thought at night keeping me up at night

Thoughts Goin again as they always do at night...
Battle of the miND, alone as always only me who stands to fight...
A fight I am barely winning tho at times it seems I do...
But reality is I want to tap out I'm beyond the black and blue...
The world is spinning and moving but I seem to feel...
I am stuck on stupid when they say I can't stand still...
I'm going but I don't know where I'm going to...
So long as everyone is happy but everyone is who?
Who really matters is it ur family ur friends?
Who really matters when all of this ends?
Do u focus of the inside to make the outside a better place?
Or do u focus on the outside and does anyone ever win this race?!!
Still spinning still going around for another go...
The sun goes away the moon goes thru it's flow...
My life is like the phases of the moon n dark,
When fullest is when more light leaves it's mark...
When half full or empty...
There are choices within me...
When it's new it's time to start over yet once again...
I've made another wrong choice of sin...
I'm only human after all, phases I go thru...
Sometimes old behaviour sometimes new...
Tilt ur head oh mr. Rabbit in the the moon!
But straight up glance becomes a man too soon...
There is no wrong there is no right What u think it will become. ..
No matter how many times u count apendedges it's 8 fingers and 2 thumbs...
Do the math it's not too late to except that it's all a mess...
Organized chaos beautifully dressed but too busy seeing stess...
Fear inbeds ur souls fine threads causing anxiety galore...
Once life material to some kind of amazement it once seemed...
Now exaustingly exausted and somewhat bored...
The world's fucked up most of people believe in whatever they read or see...
But their faith solely relys on who they are to be...
The energy the first thought thought that is where its at...
not the things u were taught by the cat in the hat...
We are here to simply experience ,observe feel and then we die...
This place is only temporary death shows this to be no lie...
My experience is not at all what I would have wrote my life to be...
I wouldn't write anyone's story like this one u see...
I think mine to be a waste of aiir time n space...
But I will never understand any of it being created by a man with an unseen face...
This is an exaustingly interesting experience called life...
But I'm about ready for him to beam me back up so I can finally be a happy wife...
(Cuz it damn sure ain't gonna happen down here lol)

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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