This night, 4 of the am to be precise.
I laid in my lonely bed.
With my laptop replaying my "sleeping music".
Which ranged from great pianist to jazz to rock.

It wasn't a nightmare or my phone ringing.
I simply woke up, stared blankly at the ceiling.
Deciding on what I would do.
I rose out of bed and walked.

Where I was going was unknown.
Why I was doing this unknown.
What I was going to do unknown.
All I could was walk

The night was still, but beautiful.
I felt as if I finally could have some peace.
Hell I could sleep on the grass if need be.
Then I saw the bench.

Sitting peacefully on the bench.
My mind wandered as it tended to.
Peaceful, and calm thoughts dominated.
A thought finally, slapped me hard.

My legs moved, my body followed.
Where I was going, to the hill.
What I was going to do, was to sit and watch.
Why I was doing this, to see the sunrise.

The world went silent.
Nature began turning its wheel.
Night was converting to day.
The orange ball uncovered itself to the world.