2:13

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