Midnight well past its prime
Who would have thought
My pupils held by matches
Could not stay in bed

Mind chatter in an empty space
Brain asleep long time ago
Moon walk to the desk
Body in an illusion of a day

What keeps us awake at night
When the darkness prevails
Days of worries gone by
Future uncertainties

New Facebook notifications
Flashing red signs of high
Dopamine kicking in
Make up for the lost night

Morning sun to rise soon
Bum still in the office chair
Coming to senses
Gone back to bed

In search of the invisible