Some nights I cant sleep,
I don’t know why.
Wide eyed and troubled,
I stare up at the moonlit sky.
I can’t make shapes out of stars,
can’t form constellations.
I can’t believe without a single doubt,
can’t fall without any hesitation.
Being awake at the crack of dawn,
gives you the most amazing feeling,
it’s like all the good ideas haven’t been taken yet,
and new discoveries are all yours for the making.
Some nights I can’t sleep,
I don’t know why,
I guess its so I can feel these feelings,
that would ordinarily pass me by.