I can't sleep again.
Am I the world's next great insomniac,
Or just a fool's begin?

Your ghost returned today.
Is this a sign of things to come,
Or just a weakened state?

I can't get high,
I don't wanna get high.
'Cause I know I'll cry.

And I have to be strong,
I just wanna be strong.
'Cause I know that you're wrong,
For me.

This dream is mine,
So am I writing destiny,
Or just another rhyme?

Genevieve Hoskey
June, 2009