Up late

Up at night again

The clock sing a reverse idea of sleep.

Wide awaken when I want to sleep

But it’s hard to do when my mind decides

what’s best for me.

Mocks the way I think

Another hour surpasses me

Waiting for some zzz to encase me

Like the pillow laying next to me

As the moon drifting away, the sun will be the next thing I will see.

The candle blew out before I could even blink.

The sirens in the distance no longer alarm me.

Guess I will see what the rest of the day holds for me.

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