Wide Awake Poem by Sarrah Ibrahim

Wide awake I lay,
Thinking of all the roles I could play,
Turning on my hand a shapeless clay,
Life maps many routes I may,
Though it all has prices to pay

And I'm wide awake,
Contemplating all the mistakes I made,
Whether to turn the page,
Because its fate
Or with shame the world I should face

As the sun sets,
Does it surely rest?
Or does it truly rise for another set?
Perhaps as my day ends,
I shall arrange the puzzle and shapes
Thank the lord for all the blessings and loving mates,
So I remain wide awake.