Drooping eyes, but wired mind,
excited by coffee's caffeine,
longing for the silence,
only found in loneliness.

Karmic questions,
with no answers,
rhetorical thoughts,
always what ifs.

Questions breed answers,
which result in actions,
thoughts grow ideas,
watered with brow sweat.

Imagination skews reality,
eventually bending it to its will,
changing preconceptions,
quaking the status quo.