Poems

A poem of patience

It’s strange to say,

but sometines I feel more awake during the night

then I feel during the day.

I’m tired, but also excited

my brain and weirdness are finally united

and everything seems so alive

At last, I can find the motivation I strive

But.

more often then not

It doesn’t really work like that

the words are in there

but I can’t seem to reach them

It’s awefully frustrating

but it helps me understand

I must learn to creat whenever I can

day and night, night and day

it’s not really romantic

but It makes it even better

in a way

because it’s always there

when your need it

you don’t need to milk it

you just need to feed it

I can enjoy it

whenever I can

even if it’s not according to my plan