Tonight I sit here all alone
With the world at my fingertips
Being carried to parts unknown
Yes, there is numbing in my hips
Just one more hour I tell myself
Just a few more searches, that's all
I'll put my head back on the shelf
'Long as there's nothing to enthral
Dumple ~ April,2006
John Dustman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/staying-up-late/
