In my space I remain.
Surrounded by the buzzing of technology.
Every night the same.
Lit by the glow of a screen.
Strange as it may seem,
I like it.
The world sleeps while I'm awake.
No background noise, the silence mine to take.
How do I use it?
Do I fill it with music?
Or let idle thoughts be my amusement?
The minutes slip by and hours crawl past.
Sunrise inhibits my fruitless tasks.
And as the birds begin their song, I'll shut my eyes, and dream along.