Late at night, when tomorrow becomes today,
While the city sleeps, I'm still wide awake,
During the day, I'm a shell of a man, dull as a spoon,
But 13 hours past noon,
My mind cuts thru ideas twice like a double edged razor - Anything is possible,
I think twice as fast, I'm basically unstoppable,
Dumb by day, genius at night,
That's when I write,
Depictions of real fiction and the fallacy of a false reality,
Why do I have to get up so d@^^# early?