And it begins...

You wake up at 4 Am,
Nightmare?
Nope.
They are still to come,
And they hit you
A 1000 thoughts all at once,
And silently say
your prayer,
'not me,
just thoughts,
let them pass,
just see'
some days you win
and get half hour more sleep
others,
you live to fight another morning
Body hurts,
too much walking yesterday maybe
put on your shoes
go for run
and they follow,
one by one
all your things to do,
things should not have been done,
everything there,
you breathe,
everyone else is asleep
Or maybe fighting their demons
and you take out your weapon
your diary and a pen,
you write them down
do reason with them
you remind yourselves
amazing stuff that happened
and is about to happen
because its not in the autopilot
you stuff your breakfast
although nausea is constant
you remind yourself
you are not real
you are a figment of your imagination
and you say your prayers
not because you believe in GOD
but you want yourself to know
that if only 1%
you also effect you
And you are ready for the day
to face the chaos
to head bang to that riff
called life..