I’m brought to life at 4
A cold sweat washes over me
My temperament quite poor
Flashbacks are still playing
Unsettling to the core
I try to shake them from my mind
My stomach knotted, sore
But then I try to fully recall
The scenario that played
To get some type of closure
So further sleep won’t be delayed
But as I’ve always found before
I’m a tad dismayed
One element remains obtuse, aloof
But continues to pervade
Nerves still balance on the edge
Phone grabbed in search of peace
Play some crappy arcade game
Maybe that will bring release
I shouldn’t be complaining
I should know when to cease
Consumption of the produce
From England, France and Greece
But therein lies my weakness
And the path to my downfall
Can’t resist the temptation
Restraint is lacking, small
Even though the dreams you bring me
Pound and shake and maul
I’ll run the risk endlessly
Cheese; you do enthral
