Nocturnal.

When it's past, way past your bedtime,

And your eyes decide to rebel

And your damp afterwash face breathes perfectly

That's when your mind decides to explore

You don't need a direction to run free

You don't need to make life changing decisions. 

Run. Just run. Run towards the horizon. 

Imagine the unimaginable. Build anything that you want to build.

Sprint. Hop. Twirl. Walk.

Imagining is free yet priceless, my love. 

Thoughts past 2am give you wonders they say. 

And that, my friend, is the magic of being nocturnal.