As night becomes day and day to night,
I sit at the counter, alone but alright.
Dreaming of a day during which I work
Not from neccesity but with an earnest smirk.
For now, though, I am awake
And learning how ambitions take
All my hours of rest and turns them to
An unyielding, undying quest
To succeed better than the rest
But yet I remain as I was prior:
And so as my pen writes my answers
to the questions lying on my paper,
my eyes do close,
and I do suppose
that I to you shall address this letter.