These days I wish I was patient, Able to handle a day without a text Get on with my own days’ work And never have to look back again But that’s all I ever seem to do Look back on the past too long Wondering if I had said too much Or maybe not quite enough at all I pray I can get past it all, Move on and smile to myself But maybe that’s a huge step One that I can’t make just yet. I guess I’m swimming in my head, Battling the crashing tide With the wind against my face And the sun setting in my sights. If this is all a night’s tale, Then perhaps I’ll fall asleep Wake up tomorrow at nine With a new mindset and clarity. For now I’ll lay awake a while, Singing along to Fatherson With Georgia lighting my phone An my eyes staring at this screen.