wearing your backpack makes you fall scorpion style on your face

So it’s one of those nights.
The ones where I freak myself out.
Sitting here with my dim lights,
Almost shaking with desires and doubt.
My brain is going on and on and on,
Thoughts about people, long gone.
The more I want to sleep, the less I can.
I am not a big “woe is me” fan.
Really, regret is pretty useless.
And I’d say worry is, too.
I assure you, I didn’t choose this.
But here we are again, right on queue.