3am confessions of an inexhaustible mind

It's late.
Too many mental tabs are open.
The CPU runs at 100%;
the clock is being ignored.
I need to finish this book,
and a bunch of articles.
Oh, and all the word games!
 
Wait... did I pack P.E. kits?
Where is the music coming from?!
Struck by inspiration,
I seize a scrap of paper -
an old envelope - and feverishly scrawl.
 
Now... where was I?
This video is hilarious:
I must send it to my kids!
There's another song on repeat
as I text my friend
who is also awake,
though for a different reason—
she's just got up!
We usually carve the night up between us, somehow.
 
Vaguely entertaining the notion of sleep,
I finish my chapter,
turn off the music,
retrieve the P.E. kits
and finish on my poem.
Time for lights out
so the system can reboot.
 
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I wonder how my poem would sound in French?