while others sleep I ride my unicorn

while others sleep I ride my unicorn Sally through the sky they are drowsy, drifting, dreaming, but I am riding high Others are getting their lazy crazy forty-winks. But I am riding Sally, showing off our pinks. We do not care about lying down or getting sleep. Our ideas are racing, our penmanship is deep. Adverbs and adjectives are keeping us both awake. My muse is saying, “pick up a pen for goodness sakes!”