Tossing and turning,
night is far spent.
I have lost my patience.
Why cant sleep come take a perch?On the door of my eyelids,
i will seal

I am the night owl and all i can do is be up-for no reason..
But most times,sleep keeps me up till it's time for the flow of my  inspiration to work out its magic.on a piece of paper,i drop down every line.I then realised,i am a worthy night owl on a good hunt..

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