A.N.

4:00 a.m.

Endless thoughts
A cold drink
A froggy voice from singing
Morning blues

 

A peace in the air
A comfort in a song
A hug from a blanket
And the sound of a fan

 

Now out of bed
I didn\'t know what sleep meant
Tomorrow, another day
Same cycle
Endless play
4 a.m.
A treat

 

But how did it end so quickly?
How lonely it feels now
Now, 4 a.m., I\'m awake, thinking, and cold
And wishing for the same cycle I once called boring