Make a way take a day.

Most nights i lay  awake, in a reality that feels so fake. Wondering if i my brain made a mistake, to project an illusion for its own sake. Most days feel like leaves floating in a lake, wasted opportunities just laying in the wake. New beginnings simply daybreak, will it be mine to take, or will the day just bake. For in these times life's not always cake, but it's here for us and what we could make.