Thirteen minutes past two,
Its a dark night,
A bird awake past bedtime chirps
Somewhere out of sight
I can\'t sleep, so i start to write,
about my day and my thoughts,
I write about dreams and internal fights,
A few tears leave my eye.
I still can\'t sleep
My hand starts to ache,
So I put the pen away,
I read what I wrote,
The wind howls, a tree sways,
I still can\'t sleep
I stare at my ceiling and think about stars
I ponder on questions that have no answers,
I think about death, because it might not be far,
I remember how it scared me. It still does.
I still can\'t sleep.
I imagine life if it had been different,
I imagine myself in a battle or war,
I wonder what it must be like to live in
Olden days and lands afar
By now, Im sleepy,
But I still can\'t sleep.
So I create a different me,
One who\'s prettier and better,
She speaks loud and doesn\'t stammer
God, I wish I could be more like her,
I pull the sheets off my face,
And am taken by surprise,
for the sun has risen,
And there\'s a sudden sleep in my eyes