09-29-2015, 09:44 PM
It's late to the night owl,
Early to the morning bird.
5:28 a.m.; hunger pains me.
I wipe the sleep from my sleepless eyes
and pour a bowl of cereal.
Crunch! Kills the silence,
I search the room for inspiration
yet get the most from inside my eyelids.
Ideas of ways to entertain my brain
to a state of inactivity, I write.
I blink twice, thinking it's time,
yet each time I lay my head
I give myself a reason to raise it again.
It's insane, I think to myself with a blink.
Nothing but darkness, plenty reason to sleep.
Yet my mind wanders in creative lust.
Wishing I could, but I can't,
Wishing I would, knowing I should,
I guess it's just another sleepless night out here in the hood.
Early to the morning bird.
5:28 a.m.; hunger pains me.
I wipe the sleep from my sleepless eyes
and pour a bowl of cereal.
Crunch! Kills the silence,
I search the room for inspiration
yet get the most from inside my eyelids.
Ideas of ways to entertain my brain
to a state of inactivity, I write.
I blink twice, thinking it's time,
yet each time I lay my head
I give myself a reason to raise it again.
It's insane, I think to myself with a blink.
Nothing but darkness, plenty reason to sleep.
Yet my mind wanders in creative lust.
Wishing I could, but I can't,
Wishing I would, knowing I should,
I guess it's just another sleepless night out here in the hood.