The impossibilities
known to no one but myself.
The impending rise of a character
with nothing left but doubt.
What is this madness
that allows me to lie awake
with nothing but fear
of making nothing but mistakes?
The sun will rise
and the sun will set
soon everything will come alive
like a new movie set.
Then the moon will hide away
and madness will ensue.
The thoughts are almost empty
until the next rise of the moon.
Then the cycle runs
and madness will come
once again
forever and always
until the end.