It is nearly 1AM I always have such ambitions To go to bed early.
Sometimes when I'm up late at night I think there is a whole world to be had Even did all the right healthy things Tonight.
But yet again, Here I am Fighting the urge Though I am in bed To surrender Let go Give up for the day And get sweet slumber at long last.
Once I am deep in it I do not want to leave I awake most days With hazy tired eyes That only coffee can immediately cure And I think with an annoyance If only I were a morning person.
There is something about the night And the act of the days when you do make yourself rise early Hit the gym Before loud sounds and voices Are interested and wanting so much Before you are interested and wanting so much Rest, heal now