Dear Diary: Tuesday Tuesday

Dear Diary
Sorry if I woke you
It wasn't my intent
I'm just very restless here
Forgive me, no harm meant

You see, Diary
I'm not one for sleep
Always been that way
Once awake, it's up I get
And start a brand new day

But it's quite difficult
My friend
When you're waking around four
Trying not to disturb the others
With clicking lock or creaking floor

So dear Diary
I most often lie
Quite restless in my bed
Phone in hand, verses planned
Thoughts running through my head

And sadly, Dear Diary
Insomniac Club's customers
Have worn quite thin
They've seen the errors of their ways
And managed to sleep in

I'll try, Tired Diary
Not to be jealous
They manage the night through
I'm up in forty minutes anyway
Got more varnishing to do

Some would say
My Learned Friend
I wake from anxiety
In truth, I think it's just habit
That I can't break easily

Well, I'd better
Dear Diary
Leave you to your sweet repose
I'll have a coffee waiting
For you, at six, on the nose