Up, Again Poem by bob barci

Another Saturday morning,
again, for some reason,
I wake much earlier than I should.
I really don't understand it.
There's no need for me to be up this early.
Add to that the fact,
that I got in late last night,
or should I say early this morning?
I should sleep till 10, at least.
But here I am at 6: 15,
Wondering what to make for breakfast.
I don't even want to be up and moving about,
but I haven't the energy to stay in bed.
I've done it again, for unknown reasons.
There's got to be a reason why
I'm up to see the dawning of another day.