Paranoia Induced Anxiety

You sleep at night wondering about the dawn to come
About things prepared for you by fate
You dream about journeys far off your usual path
And put them aside by the time you wake

I envy those whose dreams they make
Whose lives are as they have always wanted
I pity, nay, abhor my weak resolve
For it has led me nowhere far where I have started

I close my eyes to the day that has passed
And weigh my weary head to the comforts of recline
I wait for the darkness to accompany peace
And surrender to the chaos; to the thoughts in my mind