Why must I write with thought,
In the wee hours of the morning,
Usually when my brain is asleep,
You’d think that that time I’d write cheap…
But, no, I seem to then find my philosophical self,
When my muse is still sleeping,
Does come out then is my lil’ writers elf…
Drag myself out of bed & turn on the light,
Then for an hour or so I seemingly MUST write,
My sleep schedule all screwed up,
My rem dreams all screwy for the rest of the night…
Am I herein alone,
Doubt this, I do,
How many times is this you,
Writing very early in the morning,
Could it be sometimes a kind of forewarning…?
I finally got around to commenting. Rough day.
George
Peace
Tony