It's two in the morning
I am yet to snooze
The sky blinks, restless
The clouds roar, everything whines.
I quiver, but I'm exhilarated
And I really don't know why
Music, puzzling jazz
Grey-scale. Moonlight. Emotionless sighs
What dreams will I see this night?
Will i dream of a foreign land?
Will I dream of finding love?
But i dream when i am awoken
In this alarming, inky world
My senses shut off, allowing my mind to wander
Like sitting at the edge of a cliff with the wind clawing at my face
Hoards of darting clouds, distant roaring sea tempting my ear to listen
I look forward to the morning tomorrow
knowing I hadn't slept a wink
knowing it's the uncertain present I fear.
