Midnight

I’m struggling ‘gainst the call
of my soft and comfy bed.
I’m giving it my all
to stay up late instead.

For it’s only at these times
that I really hit my stride
and mark all the extra chimes
with a slight swelling of pride.

But time’s heavy, leaden hand
keeps knocking me to the floor
and though I try to stand
I just can’t take it anymore.

So I accept my defeat
as I crawl between the sheets.