Past midnight are made for
People who can't sleep

The girl in room 120
Is nursing a broken heart

The boy in room 237
Is wide awake, thinking of his ex who slipped through his fingers

The girl in the shower in room 405
Is scrubbing her hands, trying to calm her nerves

The old man in the lobby
Is listening to jazz music, having a flashback of his golden days

They are all restless,
Thinking of ways to get a good shut eye

But the happy and contented ones
Are fast asleep, dreaming of tomorrow

Past midnight are made for us
The ones struggling to control the chatters in our minds

-m.b