To Be Alive At 6:00AM

A new day is beginning

And still I can’t sleep

Because the hours I keep

Are in fact keeping me

And the thoughts that I meet

In the deep end of night

Are like air being breathed

Mystic keepers of life

Oh, these thoughts never stop

And they run on their own

Without food, without rest

Roaming Thoughts, come back home

Roaming Thoughts, don’t you know

Someday, too, you will die

Rotting Flesh, answer they,

When we do, rest your eyes.