Midnight's muse

Hyped up thoughts causing unrest,
Lying in your bed, awake and half dressed,

The fainted glow of the night bulb keeps you,
 Up till the crack of dawn,

And it will do so,
Till the bulb dies to the fuse,
Till you find the midnight's muse.

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