The Owl
Oh it's midnight again,
i better turn off my light,
i better try to sleep tonight,
and for once stop being the owl.
if i had the world to me,
i shall keep alive the nights,
while the days i sleep very tight,
i shall become one perfect owl.
but the world is weird,
they wake up with the sun,
then they expect me to shine as well,
despite my constant owling at night,
the world wins all the time.
so i'm in bed and trying my best,
to fall asleep and join them snoring rest,
yet my thoughts just linger on,
and my eyes are open wide,
I simply can not put to sleep,
this wild crazy owl in me.
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