Hours

I know every 10pm that sings the lullabies,

And 11 that shall always be for the bit of naughtier one-

And midnight struck for good disciplines,

So 1am shall have a bit more fun.

2 o'clock is for the good old lovers, cuddled in each other's arms

Another hour keeps those awake- with big dreams and all its charms.

4am brings all the secrets out,from the lips which keep mostly shut.

Dawn arrives again at 5 o'clock over the insomniac, but-

I lie down every night stuck between these hours and all their rules.

Wondering where I belong amongst this sea of insane fools.