My eyelids droop with the weight of impending sleep
I fight back vehemently, this is the magical hour I want to keep
For myself, because this is the only time in the day
When I am not answerable to anyone else in any way
To indulge in my guilty pleasures I am inclined
I watch fashion videos or window-shop online
Elaborate travel plans I make to exotic destinations
I listen to those songs on repeat that have caught my imagination
The house is quiet, no one is awake this late
My hour of freedom I want to celebrate..
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Freedom always exacts a price
Therefore it comes as no surprise
That staying up late to enjoy “me time” has a cost
Every day at least an hour of precious sleep is lost
Over time I have accrued a massive sleep debt
With lasting adverse effects that are hard to reset
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My eyelids are heavy, I cannot stay
Alert enough to enjoy my time alone today..
Passion...unbridled 