Grandiose Ideas

In the middle of the night When I can’t get back to sleep All these grandiose ideas In my wired brain do creep. I will clean out all my closets. I will rearrange each drawer. I will freshen up the furniture And spiff up the décor. I will organize my poetry To fit into a book And the children’s tale I’ve started Will get more than just a look. I will sit and read the travel guides I’ve purchased for a trip. I will self-impose some discipline And really crack the whip In the morning, though, reality Comes crashing with a thwack. The enthusiasm 2 a.m. Inspires won’t come back.