Another Draft

It’s getting late right now
Probably should be sleeping
But instead i’m writing
Words of life, of love, of destiny
It never ends, it seems
I make so many drafts
Yet I never publish them
Not because I can’t
But because I shouldn’t
I wonder if anyone knows
The secrets I have been keeping
That i’ve been barely sleeping
That i’ve been secretly praying
For someone to wake me up
From this dream
Is it an illusion
Is it real
Is it wishful thinking
Or a nightmare
When will I know
Do I want to
Or is the torture
Something I need
Better than reality