Late Night

Late night, early morning

The world sleeps and dreams.

I'm awake with a boundless energy,

a need to do things

and a mind overrun with thoughts.

I think about my present

and pleasures to experience,

wild 

exciting.

But I may also ponder my pain,

a deep-seated sadness within me

and the anger I allow to enrage,

divulging in my darkest thoughts. 

I can reflect upon the world

and the interesting complexities 

of human nature.

While I am bored and the world around me sleeps,

my thoughts become loud

both shallow and deep.