Oh What A Habit

Such a collection, what a hobby.
Innate fear instilled from unknown sources.
What a habit, waking up at 4:23.

Check the clock.
Check the sheets.
Close your eyes.
Roll over.
Check the sheets.
Sleep.
What a habit, what a curiosity.
Frozen stiff by shades of black.
What a curiosity, cowering, your shaking hands.

You do what you can to keep awake.
I do what I can to fall back asleep again.
Take me away, take it all very far away.
What a strangeness, what elation.
Release the tension, bare and trembling.
What an elation, finding it all in perspective.

With your "time will only tell" glasses.
With your "find it within yourself" logic.
What is this fear, curiosity, joy and rapture?

It is, and simply continues, a figment of your astonishing mind.