Am I awake? Are you awake?
We’re all awake,
Captured by the midnight hour, welcome to it you can try to glower
But you’re in it
The hours that drip into each other as the clock ticks on and the dawn draws closer
Can you close your eyes? Or are they plastered open
A good question among the thoughts that haunt in the wee hours like
Do you remember all those things you’ve done,
Or trying to stick you with the worrying ones
Of tomorrow and things that must be but can’t be or shouldn’t be or are going to be
Difficult or challenging
Let me worry incessantly over things no one could help me with right now it’s
The opposite of a good time
Did you check your ticket at the door?
The door.
What door?
Whatever door we had to go through to come through and see through
Every hour preceding sunrise regardless of our pleading cries it’s time to be awake,
So someone decided
Perhaps the man with the sand forgot to provide it
I don’t know what to tell you
Awake awake awake
Eventually the thoughts start breaking away
Someday you’ll sleep, maybe even today,
But until then, awake you will stay.
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