I stay awake till midnight
tossing in the bed.
Both my physic and mind
are not at rest.
It is turning into a stress
thinking of the bygone
foreseeing the future
recording the present.
Knowing fully well
it is impossible
to re -enact the past
I retrospect.
That of the future,
beyond my grasp
a mirage, elusive,
I introspect.
From the present which
I behold and experience
most under my control.
I suspect.
It is how I spend my nights
physically on the bed
virtually travelling
across the days and years,
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