What’s The Sun?

Midnight was our friend a wonderful companion

so silent, but peaceful and the perfect time

to be free all the chaos that happen during the light.

 

That was the speech our boss gave

in order to convince us working all night was a blessing

now he couldn’t be there with us

just too many demands on his time,

he did give us a picture of the moon

signed it to be inspiration,

supposed to be better than a raise.

 

Oh we all were the cornerstone of the company

our labors were the most critical

for ensuring the corporation worked right,

then handed us each a personalize flashlight

told us sleep was overrated anyway,

bragged he hardly ever got some himself

and was doing great just the same.

 

Course he never mentioned

those afternoon naps with his door closed

or how he sleep in half day on Saturday,

but stood up and lead us in a round of

‘we shall over come,”

before he sent us off to our dark vigil

while he took another nap.

 

Nine pm came around

how we were so awake,

caffeine and candy buzzed our veins

our movements were on fire,

then came each subsequent hour

as our bodies slowed to molasses

by two am we were zombies,

words in the mind that were brilliant

came out as a string of brain farts.

 

When five am came we were do dead

couldn’t stop yawning,

crawled to our cars,

prayed to make it home awake.

 

Found job security in that insomniac world

despite our mistakes

since nobody else wanted to lose their snooze time.