Thoughts

It doesn't pay to look back,
For when you examine the length
And breadth of the road
You have traveled
You might suffer a heart pang
You didn't expect
And the crystal recognition
Of the loss of some things
Quite dear to your heart
Which causes your mind to race
And your thoughts to scatter
Until your sleep is disturbed
And you find yourself
Staring at a television screen
At three in the morning
Wondering if the time for sleep
Might return to you soon,
So that you might find a bit of rest
And small comfort from the dizziness
Caused by the turn of the ever-spinning world
Upon which you lie.