The clock strikes four, and so I wake
Though I don’t know what is at stake
What has alarmed me in this way
If I knew what, trust me, I’d say
But it’s consistent as can be
That four AM alert I’ll be
Which isn’t fun and games I’ll add
My waking makes me kinda sad
Oh well, alas, what can one do
When never once is night slept through
the last time this started, I was pining. low-key not pining right now, so I really don’t know what’s going on.