It's 2.22 in the morning
Another new day is dawning
It may be wet, dry, windy, sunny, weather
It is what it is, whatever

I may walk, talk, or keep quiet
But then again, start a riot
I may also, burp, ****, or blush
Either way, i'm not in a rush

I may get up early, or sleep in
Or overeat, and drink loads of gin
I may shout, laugh, or cry
Just don't ask, as i don't know why

I may go for a walk, or stay indoors
Or get involved, in a pointless cause
Or fly to the moon, and scratch my nose
Or wink at a butterfly, or twinkle my toes

I could climb a tree, as high as can be
And close my eyes, so i don't even see
Or write a long poem, for no rhyme, or reason
Or start a revolution, and try a little treason

In all probability, and in actual fact
I'll keep my cool, or over-react
I'll close my eyes, and try not to sleep
And hope my dreams, aren't to deep

Whatever happens, or perhaps not
I'll give what i'll give, and take what iv'e got
And although things, are not what they seem
I'll lose myself, in another daydream
by Jemia