Life is what happens

 Life is what happens:

At 3 in the morning my mind won't relax

My thoughts race amok in my mind on one track

Caught in the headlights of my future so bright

I'm paralyzed and won't move, frozen in fright.

Day in and day out, stuck in routine,

strolling the halls of, "what might have been."

I can see the promise of what lies in store

If only I had courage to walk out my door.

So safe in my room each day I hide,

trying to learn to take it in stride

Because, life is what happens without our consent

Time has no conscience, it doesn't relent.

I sift through the bullshit to find what is real

The currency that matters is one you can't steal.

At 3 in the morning, I'm anywhere but here

I'm lost in the night, dancing with fear.

Life isn't happening, it's caught in stasis.

I shouldn't be here, I know where my place is.

(c) Pamela McAfee 5/17/2013 (at 3 in the morning)