Tangled Thoughts Of A Broken Mind

Trying so hard
Needing to keep up with the time that has slipped
Out of control
But no matter what I do
I still can't seem to warm up my bones
There are layers of blankets on top of me
But my body shivers nonetheless
This is the kind of cold
That won't be stopped by clothes

I'm trying to move forward with my pain
I keep it in my pocket
The only friend that remains
On rainy days
But I'm oh so very tired
Broken mind, and worn-out feet
This is the kind of tired
That won't simply be erased by sleep

Another day, another sunrise
Another chance to make something more
Than what we're told we can achieve
Than what they want us to believe
Hope is running dry
And I'm starting to believe
We live in the shadows of what we could be
Trying so hard to find what we need
But it's always out of our reach

I wish the truth wasn't so harsh
When reality breaks dreams apart
One by one we all seem to give up the fight
And my heart fell out of my sleeve
Before I had the chance to learn how to forgive
Myself for everyone else's mistakes
But I won't give up yet
This isn't the life I want to lead
I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

**I wrote this almost as a response to Robert Frost's poem "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" so I chose to use the last three lines of the poem.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.