It’s 3 a.m.

And i cannot sleep

So I’m writing poetry

In my head, in my bed

That will be lost to memory

Fragments like papyrus

Scattered in the caves of my mind

To be reconstructed perhaps

Or to vanish in the storms of time

It’s 3 a.m.

And i cannot sleep

So i will build worlds

And i will tear them down

Until darkness finds me again