By Wesley Provine
March 2005
Awake in the night,
And countin’ the sheep
Ain’t bringin’ the sleep;
So he goes for a drive.
He wonders if he’ll find—
What he’s been looking for,
Or is more pain in store?
He’s seeking the answer tonight.
He’s been left behind;
He’s shut outside.
He’s losing his mind—
It’s another hopeless night.
He’s driving in the night,
Down that old empty road.
Thoughts and feelings overflow,
He’s searching in the night.
He knows futility well;
Will tomorrow be the same?
Will he still bear his shame?
No one can tell.
He’s tryin’ to escape—
This frustration he feels;
It’s all too real,
And he hates the wait.
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