Do I ?
Shall I write another poem?
Or forget it and go to bed
It's midnight and not sleepy
Yeah, I listen to the endless string of podcasts
To try to relax
But I am wired with words
Running through my brain
All these questions to answer
Now, I am hungry
However, I am not going to have breakfast
Not yet
Maybe, if I finish this poem
I could get dowsy
and get some sleep