can't sleep

the progression of the hours
makes never-ending towers
the problems seeping through
to bring you to value
that you would always know,
take it go, make it go
that you would always show,
through every bit of strife
the markings of your life
the problems you have had
to control what's been bad
the problems that you've had
to control what seems wrong
the problems where you're wrong
the ways you turn out to fight
for the future
the claw that has itself deep
in the tooth of our language
our relations and our beleifs
the cause that we can meet
to make what we can be sure about
to realize to kick the circumstances
the realization we must come into
to understand, that, verily, our conclusions
are made as of one to mean that we should end.