Empty tank full.

I can't sleep the world's troubles are gnawing at me
I want to bite, bite back but what will be will be
I can't tame those eye lids I can't stop those thoughts
I can't shut those ghosts up tonight I gotta listen to their insight
I can't think about proper poetry or my lovely rhymes
But I will tell my self this one more time
I will be ok and everything will be fine
Because I need nothing but the great divine
I spurn my troubles and they u-turn push me back
I spurn your troubles and they slap me back hard
What to do when the body and mind don't
ignore the third eye blind
blink, blink,
Think, think,
Another full day tomorrow
Another scrape through on an empty tank...

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