Why is the mind always the most active at 4:00 am?
In the witching hour of night, I often find myself
Contemplating my meager existence
While staring at the ceiling fan,
Accompanied by a soundtrack of crickets,
And taking drags on a Number 27
The spontaneity of these thoughts
Is like jazz
And I’m adrift on the strangeness of it all
What must it be like
To get some sleep
When one lays their head down to rest?
© Chester Sakamoto