Late Night Poetry, or Thoughts

   We work and toil,

    Try to get some breaks

    Other times we are lazy,

    Or too focused on things of little matter

    I stay up late

    I think of her, I think of him

    I think of you

    I think of God, and the rest

    There are many

    Some real, some fake

    The real ones are the best

    Like you

    Need to sleep, don't really want to

    But must shut off the brain

    Good night.

    Love you.

    I think I love it all.

    Enough.