Staying Awake Poem by omotunde moses medese

Every night I stay awake, waiting for the day to break,
Every day I kept anticipating a new morning,
I look forward to the sunrise peeping through the cloudy sky,
Why stay up late,
Is it for the shinning stars or the bright icy moon,
My mind works like a time bomb,
I guess love is the answer,
Because my mind kept talking about it,
It kept telling me where my treasure is hidden,
So I kept anticipating another day to say good morning.