The Generation of Insomniacs
The Generation of Insomniacs
Day goes and night crawls
The owls are out on paroles
The sun descents
The darkness ascents
Only to watch them surf
This is their turf
Those eyes are sleepless
At times; restless
To find nothing new
Parents began curfew
But their tiny tots are way smarter
They can make elders falter
Night watchers is the word
When they pull out their imaginary sword
They are engaged in battles
Late into the night and then they have tattles
But do they then don't miss dreaming?
Where they could see what they were reading
Leisure is so occupied
Parents are so terrified
Will it ever leave their ward alone?
Since it stalks like a drone
What is this 'it'
Technology is the said culprit