Order From Chaos

It is so late at night, it has become very early morning
Still, here I lie, brain roiled in riot, with unclean hands
Creating, too long awake, intent, so I should be snoring
Time it is, past, I seized my uncharted, unnamed lands

Until a nascent solution lives, I shall not cringe nor beg
Review, revise, foment to pursue, aim, my will, my plan
And the universe I’ll capture, which lays the golden egg,
Expecting no clear help awaits for me from kith or clan

So I’ll compose, when I have an expressive turn of mind
Paint, draw, write create, into the last hours of the night
So my preparation may lead to my opportunity in kind
With such luck, my dreams will be true and take flight