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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