2:30am

Desk Lamp still lit brightLet the Laptop monitor run quietly.
The fridge is buzzing like a restless mosquito.
The neighbouring room comes the pulsatile snore.
Occasionally, there are 1 or 2 idiots in their automobiles racing pass,
as if they finally own the world, but quickly disappear in the dark.

Look out the window, that black- hole like darkness, drains dry everything.
All I can see is myself, in that green singlet, moving sideways.
The black sack of tiredness under the eyes aren't visible in the dark,
not even with illumination of the street lights from afar.

Following my breathing pattern,
slowly key in all the words and inspiration that merely come at night.
Even for a noisy city like this during the day,
There is still room for creation during that rare moment of peace and quiet.
2:30am