Sleep

It’s 3 am
Staring back at my reflection
Facing all my imperfections
In an endless room
It’s 3 am
In a fight with without directions
Pulling back from all distractions
As I follow through
I felt too close
To let it go
This haunted house of ghosts
When you lie in bed at night
And you can’t find sleep
Thinking 'bout the times
We used to meet
It’s 4 am
Losing sense of my devotion
Letting go of every notion
That I thought I knew