CLOUDED MIND

I’m sitting here at night because I’m unable to go to bed,
Grappling with all the thoughts that are spinning in my head.
I can’t quite make them out, they’re one big giant fuzz.
Am I afraid of what awaits me, or am I running from what was?
Every time I stop to contemplate these thoughts I have inside,
I purposely find something to do and my enlightenment’s denied.
All the things I should be facing I block out with some form of noise.
I’ll find myself making a phone call, or picking up my kids toys.
Maybe I should stop and listen, I may have something useful to say.
I just may ease this tension that keeps me from sleeping every day.
I think I’ll say a prayer, that I let these thoughts become clear.
And maybe all the answers I’m avoiding will suddenly appear.