It’s two in the morning, I should be in bed. But I’m on this computer, with these words in my head. So I pour me some coffee, while the house sleeps away. Guess I’ll get an early start to my day. Can’t say what I’m writing, I’m not really sure. A poem a ditty, An insomniacs cure. My brain thinks the words, and my fingers tap away. Will I remember this tomorrow, I really can’t say. So if your like me, staying up late at night. Type out a few poems, don’t care if there’r right. It helps me to write, clears the dust from my head. But it’s two in the morning, I should get to bed.