random poem from my notebook

and as i try and will myself to sleep
the thoughts race through my mind
the promises, the broken promises
to my own self I couldn't keep

the abundance of energy
the lack of toil and trace
I was moving along, singing my song
at my own destructive pace

and it took 15 hours to change my mind
15 hours in that metal jail
they will never let me forget
that I had my mind in a similar padded cell

and now things have changed
and now I know what I want to do
the answer I knew all along
the answer is nothing new

my time here will be short
the days now are less
now's my time to work for it
and provide him something to bless.

I actually used that same ending on another poem, but I believe this was the original poem that had the ending. When I talk about being here for a short time, I was speaking about San Antonio, which was true, because I left not too long after. So that's that.As for the rest of the meaning, just use your imagination. :)