Midnight passed so long ago

Still I keep writing, yes, I know

Eyes are weary from the day

Closing slowly, all the way

Pencil drops on paper’s lap

Perhaps it’s time to take a nap

No, wait, I simply cannot stop

Words will disappear, then pop

Out of my overloaded mind

Never again will I find

The ones to finish the final verse

Falling asleep is really a curse

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