I never was an early riser,

I was the kind to pull those all-nighters

I didn’t have the same feeling of others with the morning sunshine,

I didn’t get those feelings of great beauty where it sent shivers down my spine

I was used to seeing the moon’s light,

Showing such difference in the darkest night

The moon was my sun, gifting me joyful times

Gifting so much joy, I can turn it into rhymes

I never was an early riser,

I was to pull repetitive all-nighters

I was to sleep through the day’s work,

And awake at night, where I would continuously lurk