Hyper-Aware

The late night is a corn-maze for the mind,

Through which we wander, hyper-aware,

Senses thundering, and thoroughly lost.

I remember there's something

I forgot to remember.

I think I'm writing this poem instead.

All I know for sure is I haven't figured out

How to worry about it yet.

I doubt I ever learned –

Too many new hallucinations to teach myself.

They always seem worth staying awake for.