My Creative Side

I hate those last few moments of the day
When there's no more left to say
I have to embrace the dark of night
I must resist the urge to fight
Though the ideas always seem to haunt me
For I must wait and wade through ennui
Then the wakeful hours pass
Where my eyes turn to glass
Attention's gone
Then I walk
Only in my mind
Do I talk
What if this
And what if that
Do I need this righteous hat?
I take so long to decide
Once more do my ideas hide
Through glossy eyes
I yawn again
Sleep is near
My creative side won't be in
Tonight

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