I've got no idea what to write, it feels like every idea wants to hide.
But I am diggin' deep, until I fall asleep, while sitting here tight.
I am stressed out, but may not speak that out loud, since I want you to be proud.

This part kinda ******, well as I said my mind is kinda f*cked.
Not everday I can perfom at my best, sometimes I just need a little rest.
So I might want to confess, I am currently not making any progress.

It's late in the night, soon the sun brings us back the light.
I feel kinda tired, but I don't want to give up now, even if my eyelids drop low.
My brain is working hard, as I see sunshine appearing in the front yard.

So early, but yet so late, I guess my readers actually do have to wait.
Obviously this wasn't serious, I don't want them to be furious.
Everyone knows that I am a mastermind, as I present you this new poem, which I just have designed.

I hope you really enjoy reading, this last part shouldn't really be missleading.
I don't think that good about myself, I ain't better than anyone else.
So I am done with the whole, and now I have reached my goal.