It’s darkest before the dawn’s early rise,
When the brightest ideals are up for grabs,
I alone am the answer to this prize,
Cheating temporary death to keep tabs,
Is it right to sacrifice rest for art?
When the Sun brings forth new ways of thinking,
Not my kind of thinking but it’s a start,
Moon shines its lover’s scraps fit for a king.

I won’t let lethargy rob me of this,
It’s mine! I won’t let the light of day thrive!
Light gets enough attention as it is,
Let the underdog crawl from its own strife.
Gold chariot comes to pull me from bed,
but like man’s best friend, I like to play dead