write'o'clock

Nocturnal and Diurnal
Which side of the clock are you?

Sound of all kinds, birds to start with
They remind me of the ticking of time
make me anxious
The daylight
So bright
I feel like cower
It may be a sin
If I do nothing with it

Next comes the night
My body is non-functioning
All I wanna do is to lie down
Like a wasted man
Then on the occasional nights
In the misleading stillness
I stay up with most of my senses and functions switched off
Except eyes and fingers

I type-write
Thinking that I have all the time in the world