Sleepless Nights

What do you do when you find yourself lost
unsure if you’re able to count the cost;
When you’ve gone too far
without a plan,
when time like sand slips thru your hand;
With your mind and heart on puppet strings
and your body choosing its own thing…
what’s real and what is truly fact
carries little clout;
It comes down to how well you act
and mask each blinding doubt.
Although we point, and try to blame
we’re victims to no one.
Each person willing for the game
Has greater shame to come.
For even if in others eyes
you’re pure as morning light,
the mirror reflects unspoken lies
that taunt your sleepless nights.