A still night that rendered evil thoughts

Is late at nite
Early in the morning
Had work tomorrow
Or rather today
I need the winks
But I can't stop thinking
I am drifting, or drifted
Perhaps never close, all my life
Hate to be around these sad people
Feel burdened by their troubles
Detest talking
Allergic to their frank blabbering
Their burdens is a hindrance
Darn selfish am I
But I am happier
When I sail away
Feel lighter
Not so literal