I'm waiting for lightning to strike
on a less than exciting night

Parents asleep, brother's away
friends in school or gone out to play

All by myself, lonely old place
nothing to do, frown on my face

Internet's dead, maybe God too
blame it on Neitzche, something to do

CDs are tired, all played out
cranky now, beginning to pout

Finally to bed, turn and toss
minutes tick by, seconds are lost

place in my head, empty of dreams
my brain is dead or so it seems

then sleep - tastes like a cracker
flat, filling. Belly may be a factor

empty before I went to bed
its soft suggestions fill my head

my eyes are closed, the night is gone
it will be morning before long

for now content, asleep, snoring
I sleep well when evenings are boring

AcB 9.3.00