It is now 1:20 am
and the entire world sleeps,
but you, you strive on
driven by a power that is unknown to you
You wonder things
You Ponder things that have never been of interest
Like, "why do ceiling panels have bumps,
does it really serve a purpose?"
Or there is the ever popular "How are those Mets...really?"
You start to write your own dictionary
You insert words such as
"quintupleobitism" and "moondoggy"
The time goes by ever so slowly
or is it whipping by...
its starting to get really hard to tell
you feel upside down, or maybe you feel
as if you just experienced "quintupleobitism"
You sit up with surprising speed as you relize its 1:20 am
and the entire world is asleep
