It's 1:25 in the morning.
I'm sitting in bed,
not really knowing why I'm still awake.

It's the ear bud in my ear,
the other dangling by my side.
No music is playing, no music is on pause.

It's the unknown beat in my head,
I think about moving to its rhyme.
But then it's gone. Replaced with a new song.

It's the sleep that etches into my eyes,
or the bags under them.

Hell,
it's the fact that I think I'm twisted.
or maybe it's the reason I'm tired.