2018 began much like 2017.

I slept in

Worried about my future

Decided to “Begin Again”.

I count my blessings

Not like 1, 2, 3.

But really trying

To remember the good and let the bad just be.

My dreams during sleep

Are piles of memories left in heaps.

My dreams of my life yet to be

Are as open; yet, choppy as the sea.

So tonight is coming to a close

My eyes are tired and

My mind wants to doze

Father Time is sprinkling his sand.

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