Sometimes I stay up late
Contemplating about life
Thinking of my fate
Of what I had to sacrifice

I dream of love lost and gained
of the feelings I've restrained
I think of what's past and to come
if not all , a hefty sum

I pass each and every banner
gaining some table manner
I get out my planner
and fall in planner manner

In the late my minds awake
no time to wait
If I do I forsake
no room left for mistake