Night Owl

Around and about ten o'clock PM, No matter how tired I felt through the day, Something strange happens within my brain stem And I'm ready to up, up, and away! Ideas hit me from out of the blue. My creativity suddenly stirs. Levels of energy refresh anew And beddy-bye thoughts unfocus and blur. I know in the morn the price must be paid. I'll be more tired when the day must begin. But songs will be lost and ideas fade... But lacking in sleep will wear one quite thin... It seems to me that whichever I choose One way or another I only lose.