Early in the morning, not quite the night
When everyone’s still sleeping tucked in tight
There’s only the sound tick-tock tick-tock
In the kitchen, as it echoes from a clock
I listen for a moment to its rhythmic sound
Not feeling too disturbed, I write words down
That sound echoes, that seconds are passing
My words take on a picture my brains amassing
It’s the reason I’m up and out of bed
I couldn’t sleep with so many thoughts in my head
There are moments when Everyone needs a healthy outlet
To write or paint or yes, even scream and vent
Perhaps it’s not too odd that I wake up and write
After tossing and turning when it’s early
but still the night
Love it