Awaiting Daybreak

Half past midnight, I have nothing to do Though I swore I needed something And that something might be you I'm merely lying in my bed Restless, with nothing to do Then came 1 AM, still I cannot rise Though my stomach's loudly growling And it's screaming, "gimme food!" I soothed my angry, churning tummy Yet still, I cannot move Then arrived 2 AM, I'm sprawled just like a log While mother nature's calling And she's yearning for a drizzle I just ignored her urgent call I'm frozen like a log Nearing is 3 AM, I'm crafting something new Despite this witching hour And I feel like such a mess I started penning this strange verse I'm creating something new -