I remember nights when one a.m. was a standard time to go to bed,
and seven a.m. was a standard time to wake up
Because the night was always young
young enough to also be morning.
Yet how did it come to be, that nights when I'm awake this long
I feel as though I'm the only one in the world awake
(except for the small one, who likes to take his first breakfasts in the wee hours [at times]).
I remember nights when seven-thirty p.m. was bedtime,
and six-thirty a.m. was when I always, always, naturally woke.
Nights when bedtime came too soon.
Yet how did it come to be, that these nights when seven-thirty was so long ago
and bedtime comes so late?
and seven a.m. was a standard time to wake up
Because the night was always young
young enough to also be morning.
Yet how did it come to be, that nights when I'm awake this long
I feel as though I'm the only one in the world awake
(except for the small one, who likes to take his first breakfasts in the wee hours [at times]).
I remember nights when seven-thirty p.m. was bedtime,
and six-thirty a.m. was when I always, always, naturally woke.
Nights when bedtime came too soon.
Yet how did it come to be, that these nights when seven-thirty was so long ago
and bedtime comes so late?
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