The clock strikes midnight, 

but I don’t see it.

I am too busy inside of my own world to care. 

The clock takes me all the way to around two in the morning. 

But i still do not care. 

The connections to the real world are 

just too hard to put down. 

I feel filled, 

Yet still empty. 

I feel joy, 

but hollow sadness at the same time. 

I am reflecting on the things I should have done. 

Not fallen asleep when I did, 

made better friends, 

talked more than I did,

taken my chances before they faded away. 

At night, 

at this time,

i am kicking myself repeatedly

for doing the things I did and 

not doing the things I didn’t do.