It’s three in the morning and I can’t sleep
The clock on the wall just seems to be telling me time is slipping away
With thoughts racing through my mind
I’m tired but I can’t sit still
Lying on the bed just seems to makes it worse
But it’s peaceful at this time the world seems so still
No movement in air, just the street light for company
But this the time for rest and I can’t sleep
As the clock hits four
I’m frustrated even more
It’s time to take my feet out the door
I walk for awhile worried the police maybe called
A crazy guys walking around while where all trying to sleep
Because house owners dogs seem to go completely mental at any strangers at this time of day
My head been cleared as I start to make it back to the door
It’s five in the morning the birds start to sing
That damn kookaburra’s laugh still seems to echo through my head
I know it’s late, I need some sleep
Just a little to get me through the day
Just as my head hits the pillow my eyes too tired to stay open
I hear the next door neighbours complaining the guy next doors had his lights on all night again.
This wakes me up as they talk in the drive
Oh well, I’m up now, there’s coffee to be had
As I sit and drink my fill, I think to myself
Tomorrow night, if nothing else I can go through all this all again
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Thanks for sharing 
Part of this reminds me of Ray Bradbury’s story 'The Pedestrian".
I suppose this is an OK source.
http://mikejmoran.typepad.com/files/pedestrian-by-bradbury-1.pdf
Love this poem. When I get ill (like I am right now) I stay up all night and sleep all day. It is so peaceful at night - no expectations on me. Thanks for posting.