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…?