Up again
at 3am.
Awakened from my sound dead slumber,
I take in sight of that confounded number…
I’m up again
at 3am.
My mind keeps racing
that and then
I cannot fall
right back to sleep
into my mind,
those thoughts they creep.
The thoughts that keep me up again.
Up again at 3am.
And then…my heart starts racing, too.
My heart, my mind and sometimes you
Keep racing, pacing inside my head.
I just want sleep but I’m up instead.
Up again at 3am.
Just laying here upon my bed
wondering when I’ll ever get rest
whenever, I guess, at last I’m dead.
