Non stop work
It is very hard for me to sleep when I have an idea buzzing in my head. I would keep at my laptop until I can get most of my thoughts either documented or carried forward. Fueled by the excitement of new ideas, I might continue unaware of the hour or if I am still dwelling in the night. It is at times like this when I appreciate my time the most. When with every minute passing my work finds a new form. Sculpting by candlelight and weaving stories in a world of my own. Everyone else sleeps, unaware of the elf at work. A time of magical enchantment, while resisting sleep, you put more effort to get your vision from the world of dreams into the confines of reality;
Speedily gliding from wonder to wonder,
in choosing what you must surrender.
You see hopes and courage unite,
in the path that you think is right.
You keep tossing through your mind,
the triumphs that you wish to find.
No speech is too far fetched to be,
a part of your soliloquy.
Those times you treasure so much,
You find that your hopes are such,
that you have traded off your sleep,
for a world that is only yours to keep.
but to the rising of the morning sun,
you find that what remains is non.
