1 a.m.

1 a.m. this seems to be the prime time.
My body is always tired, but my mind does not get the signal.
The music is so loud right now, and it moves me…to write.
What about, but what about hmmm?
I could study the vibrations and explain them,
Or I could sit outside and tell you of the cold.
I can tell you about my concerns and sublime thoughts of late.
But, those things don’t suite the mood, the mood.
Stop.
I’ve got a lot of ideas, most unfinished thanks to my undisciplined mind…
This mode has been killing me all night long, keeping me up past dawn.

Many, over look. Me.