It’s five in the morning and I cannot sleep. Guess I have nothing else but to blame the tea. Wish I could just lay and close my eyes But I want to read a story that’ll make me cry. So I’ve been going through my old poem posts, even though the morning is getting real close. Which means I’ll have to walk with grandma again, and put up with relatives that I cannot stand. I guess I should shut up and walk away, but I get a feeling that this is how I’ll stay Till the morning sun begins to creep through the- forget this I’m going to sleep.