At Night

At night, as I lay awake
I consider many matters
When the world stops moving,
All illusions shatter

I realize I’m growing older,
And making life decisions
That what in daylight seemed important,
Is a mirage, a vision

College, an avid dream of mine in high school,
Is just a means to a career
And money, which seems to always plague me
Is just a part of a social sphere

I recall that when I cry at night,
I cry for human love
That what I miss the most,
Is what I have more of

I think about my mother,
To whom I could confide
And how I would break,
If she one day left my side

My little brothers,
Who are growing up so fast
Will one day become men,
And leave their adoration in the past

My step-dad,
and the best father I know
Whose advices will become echoes,
The older that I’ll grow

My darling love,
My friends,
My family,
My youth…

I wish that I could capture all of it,
And appreciate without distraction
The fact that life is short,
Time is always flying,
Things constantly change,
And the only things of real worth
Are those that come from the heart.