MIDNIGHT THINKER 🌃

They say I rise too late—  
but they don’t know  
how long I’ve been awake  
inside my own mind.

While the world rests,  
I wander.  
Through thoughts that stretch  
like stars across silence,  
through questions  
that never wait for daylight.

They close their eyes.  
I open mine wider.  
Not to sleep—  
but to see what others miss  
when they stop looking.

I don’t chase the morning.  
I let it find me  
after I’ve already lived  
a thousand quiet lives  
in the dark.

They call it lazy.  
But they don’t know  
how heavy it is  
to carry a mind  
that never stops burning