40 past midnight

40 past midnight
still wide awake
looking at my work
almost drove me berzerk
trying to correct every mistake

40 past midnight
not a sound to be heard
but the tip-tapping of my keys
and soft swaying of the trees
looking upon me all weird

40 past midnight
and the night is still
for everyone' tightly sleeping
everthing's nicely sitting
moving is no longer their will

40 past midnight
and my heart feels serene
my mind is quiet
my feelings have retired
no roaring madness to be seen

40 past midnight
and i'm not crying
no i've won the fight
i'm doing alright
no longer am i thinking