Again having trouble sleeping,

Because all that my mind's eye can see

Is a life orchestrated in many colours,

And not just one long monochrome

When what you were doing a week ago,

Seems so far behind what you did today

And if you asked me I wouldn't know,

Why the rest of my life hasn't been this way

And if I sang, and danced, these past few hours,

Laughed, learned, and forgot things of just two hours before

Then I can't help thinking,

Is this how it's supposed to be?