Pause. Start. End. Repeat.

Thoughts circle my mind, endless, and I get no sleep.

Why am I so active at night?

My mind wanders as if it’s fight or flight.

Inspiration. Intuition.

I can do it all; I’ve got ambition.

What if I fail to succeed?

What if I win then claim the deed?

Past. Present. Finish. Begin.

Circling my mind like the wind.

Tension starts. Presence grows.

Candle lit, and moonlight glows.

Is this an embodiment of me?

Or is it just a memory?