As I lie awake at night,
Submerged in endless thought,
I think, wonder and try,
As all my dreams are wrought.

My thoughts flow onto paper,
My pencil point grows dull,
As I write and dream and think,
My pencil almost gone.

The inferno that my pencil writes,
The infinity of night,
I am almost asleep, almost there,
And I know it will be alright…