Roller coaster

Woke up at 5 in the morning. Couldn't sleep.

The air was damp and cold with the latecomer vengeance of an autumn.  I sat down before the desk, and wrote this on an empty page:

IT’S HARD TO STAND STILL,

TO WALK ALONE,

TO BE ON YOUR OWN.

Like a rolling stone?

Thanks for nothing, Dylan.