As I lay in bed,
My mind starts to wander,
Rather than think of the present....
My thoughts wander to past-thence.

I question so often
"WHY"
I feel that maybe I left something behind,
My eye's feel with tears,
And my heart with much sorrow,
The temptation is strong,
I want back what once was.

Back then I was not alone,
Now I lay here reminiscing.

Please do not try to understand what you just
read!
For I do not understand myself,
All i know for sure is,
My mind is
"Scrambled"