It's the time of the day
When I think about things,
Reflect on what's past
And plan for tomorrow.
I know it's very late
And I can't think straight,
But there are stuff pending
That needs settling now.
Even as I yawn non-stop
My eyes refused to open,
My mind continues on
Refusing to shut down.
Wondering and wandering
That's how it's been,
Something out of my control
Until I call it a night.
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