Yeah, No

I can't sleep
I've stopped counting sheep
My mind is racing through
What I've given up for cheap.

I don't know where I'm headed
Where I'm gonna go
I can't see what's in front of me
Maybe I just don't want to know

I've asked for you to show me
The strengths you've set in me.
To what depths do I find them?

Are you ignoring me?!

I've asked for your provision,
Which, you've surely given free.
But most of all, my purpose,
Is what I'm dying to see.

So, here I sit in bed
It matches the clutter in my head.
Filled with books, pens, and electronics
That I've been relying on instead,
To fill the anxious empty
And to pull me from this Dread

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