THE NIGHT SLEEPS AWAY
Up through the morning, away from the night
My eyes wide open, closed to sleep
The future I nurture
But laziness, the puncture from keeping it mature’
Up through the morning, away from the night
The night sleeps away, my choice to stay awake
Silence through the night, the voice of my ideas
Boost’ by noise lost in the sleep of others
Up through the morning, away from the night
My eyes as wide open as an eagle’s eye
Descending through my mind to attack my thoughts
My mind always it stays, never plagiarised
Up though the morning, away from the night
Nocturnal they call it but normal we receive it
Misunderstood the preceding lines?
Read again not to miss understanding the proceeding
Up through the morning, away from the night
Questions asked in the day, answers made at night
The pieces through my mind all day
My jigsaw puzzle to picture the future
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