I dont like creating problems,
especially for myself
i recognize myself to be an efficient problem solver
and i rarely turn over my problems to the sadist
way up above
but, how come i can't do anything but wish it away?
what do i have to do to step out of god's ultimate plan?
i hate having something chosen for me

it was still dark out,
i awoke in my dim world
where only the ticking of a clock pierced my ears
i lay on my back
twisting, turning
my eyes cut the thick air in all directions
but, what i yearn for, my eyes couldn't see
my hands clenched my pillow, but,
what i long for, my hands can't hold
i fall, forced myself to soothing slumber
i wanted to escape, but,
it haunted me in my dreams