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Up Late
what do you mean it's time for bed? i still have thoughts inside my head! i still have movement in my bones! i still have screams and laughs and groans! i still know how to play outside! i still know why the moon pulls tide! i still want fun and play and games! i still want things to be the same! i still need help to be unfurled! i still need help to see the world! i still like things that make loud noise i still like all my quiet toys i still believe you have no flaws i still believe in santa claus! i still think that it's much too soon but if you walk me to my room and tuck me in and tell a tale i swear your efforts will prevail	[image needed]
© 2006 - Ryan Tomko - Poems or portions thereof may not be reproduced in any form for any purpose unless you ask real nice
This poem was written based on a thought i had just before drifting off to sleep. I was thinking that i was not really tired and for an instant i saw myself as a child complaining that i didn't want to go to bed yet. The structure of the poem formed right away and i think was unconsciously inspired by "What If" by Shel Silverstein.