I'm beginning to hate nights like this
Where I collapse on my bed and try to think
But it doesn't work....

I miss knowing what I wanted, and having some Idea of how to
                                    
                                                        get
it

I miss what we used to have, before last summer, before 
                                    everything got
complicated

I miss being a little kid, when boys had cooties and adults

          could disregard anything you said since "Kids say 
         
                                         the darndest
things."

Do they listen anymore, or do they just hear me? When they  
    
    listen and then stop talking, do they feel beaten or 
           overwhelmed? Am I that good? Or do they Just want

                        to ignore me, dismiss my beliefs
like 
                           they couldn't be changed, or 
                                because I wouldn't
understand 
                                      their "Right"
answer....

And now I'm tired, after all that.
Perhaps now, at 1:35 AM, I'll be able to sleep....
Then again maybe not....

But we'll try......

zzz/ZZZ/zzz/ZZZ