It's time to sleep,
But my eyes ain't tired,
My heart's still an enthusiast,
Ready to sprinkle words like shower.

It's time to go slow,
Coz I can hear everyone snoring,
But my hand can't stop scribbling,
The sentences my mind is pouring.

And so I look around,
I guess for inspiration,
Suddenly the room has it's own story,
Better than any Science fiction.

So I decide,
To not think Deep,
And maybe continue my work,
After a good night's sleep.