To help me sleep...

Another late night poem to see me off to bed. It feels so good to get this stuff out so it will stop bouncing around in my cranium.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............. sleep .............

"Another late night? Was it worth it?"
Worth It

Struggle through the working day,
Keeping $core along the way.
Toss it in to the fire pit
I’m not so sure its time well spent.

Search and pray and read and think.
Hunt down The Grail, The Missing Link.
A bloody hand bangs on the door
Questions find questions then still more.

Write a poem or sing a song.
Heroic and tragic, the right and wrong.
A familiar ring when you croon
‘Cause you ain’t the first to sing that tune.

Why do we strive against impending death?
Seems a waste to take a breath.

Strangest thing did happen though.
A moment in time, ‘bout a week ago
Life’s shit didn’t stink, and time went slow.

There we were: just us, just then.
Nothing perfect or even different when
It all felt good … and right … and God only knows…
(Or perhaps even in Hell it snows).

Now I remember why I struggle each day
Why I probe my soul and the heavens and pray.
Its why I write and sing and dance.
A moment of peace, when it comes by chance.

A stinging lyric rings in my head
So damned true, after alls been said:
“I’d give you everything I’ve got, for a little piece of mind.”