Early Morning

It's 3:30 a. m. or I should be precise,
It is actually, 3:22, Isn't that nice?
The words in my head, rattling about,
Keep bouncing around, trying to get out.
Now, I sit at a table and chair,
Urging the words to appear from the air.
No matter how many or how few,
I've captured the moment, that I do
Write down words, no matter the dread
To hurriedly write and return to my bed.
Now the words are written to take,
Here I am now, very much awake.