Four o'clock in the morning,
Ev’r’one ‘cept me still asleep.
The drinks in the freezer still freezing
Off my feet the taste starts to sweep.

Today was particularly rainy
Drip drip crashing, outside it seems rough
Explain I can't, at least not very
For Buffy speaks things such and stuff

Then an hour later after food
From upstairs pops a head
In a fitful voice shakes the mood
“Please, my son. Go to bed."

Go to bed I cannot and shall not,
For I have things to do
My belongings I have sought,
I must be leaving, I will pursue

I escape the place
Carrying the centre of commencement on my back
Treason is not the proper treatment; please replace

Parents, I sincerely thank you,
For the words you've spoken are true
Your prominence there all along
So much like a chocolate fondue

Striding for the future of me
The Sun of my humanity
Like matchstick is to fire,
And sand is to beach,
My fortitude, you may foresee