Too much caffeine
Kicking my thoughts around
When I should be sleeping, so
Instead I’m thinking about how
I suffocated something by not
Holding it tight,
Pushed it back into the
night.
And I’m telling myself to stop
Chasing down the things I run
away
From because somehow
That’s the way that comes
naturally.
My trust left town to pave
Some highways,
Yet faith holds me on this
Rugged path, my way.
Eight degrees might break me,
But there’s plenty to believe in.
On This Path 