Excellent Wide Awake The Fog of Four AM by Mike Stevens

Four am weather report calls for dreary My mind is fogged in, slow and bleary Cold rain drizzles and storm clouds hover, As I stare at the wall and burrow in the covers Sleep eludes and I wonder what is the reason? Answers taunt and haunt me like the mad season Shards of broken thoughts stab into my brain, Leaving me wondering if I'm going insane? "Why am I still awake? I've got to drift off soon, At this sleepless rate, I'll be a zombie by noon" Unlocking the key to the universe so out of reach, Yet my mind tries with a hexagon speech What does that even mean? Hell, I don't know! Maybe it'll dawn with the cocking of the crow

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