A poem about nothing..

Upon the starry sky,

The moon so far yet so nigh,

Hearing the distant rumble of traffic,

And the watchman tapping his stick.

I reminiscence about the past,

Dream about the future,

While time flies,

And midnight passes by.

I love this drama called life,

Where events are less predictable than a game of dice,

One minute you want to finish with a life so boring and dry,

The next, you wish the time wouldn't just fly by.

Rambling on and on,

My eyelids droop and I let out a yawn,

I let myself feel good for all the lines I've written,

And even forgive all the mosquitoes that have bitten.

I close the balcony door,

And lie flat on the floor,

For life is too short to dream under moonlight,

When I could sleep on it the whole night.

Goodnight!