3am

my mind it still spinning, it is so late,
perhaps too late.
i keep looking back over my shoulder, wondering if the steps taken where....
see it's late, perhaps too late...
to be worrying and wondering and playing the 'what if' game.
at this time between the sleeping and the wake,
3am.
flip the coin dear girl.
roll the dies
play a hand
winner takes all
take a chance
risk
go out on a limb
trust yourself
believe
live
love
touch
feel
know
peace