two minutes in the morning,
In midnight’s creeping
I get out of bed silently,
I do so To keep my Mrs’s sleeping
The truth to my Midnight escapades
Lies in thought on productivity.
I may see many dark night shades,
But I am capable of great capacity.
The night is silent,
so I may think and create.
To better the mind set,
To make a heavenly estate.
My midnight escapades may be dark and full of fear
But the truth ultimately is: In Midnight the light is most clear.