Thinker

At 9:52
I sit here in wonder
of the day that has passed me
and the day to begin tomorrow
I'm a thinker, one might say
I plan ahead
I glance behind
I think a lot
But when it's dark like this
And my eyes are aching
And the clock reads 9:53
It's been a long day
But I don't think about that
I think about what is next
Step by step
Now it's 9:54
and I'm getting a little bored
But I do not wish to sleep
Because just hours ago
There was a trade-off of words
A fierce unforgiving silent battle
Across the town
As is the gift and burden of technology
Just like the analog clock that burns
the numbers 9:55
But I never wish to sleep
for I would have to think
about the trade-off of words
the harshest words
I got carried away
So did he
And I'm a forgiving person
But at 9:56
he's already asleep
I'm up wondering where I went wrong
Probably a lot of places
I have too much on my mind
at 9:57
I will stay up
I will not sleep
This is not the end of the day
Merely the beginning
But by 9:58
time is flying too fast
It means I must go to sleep
But that's the last thing on my mind
at 9:59
I might as well just wait till 10