When
the night owls chase away the day, The
grinning demons come out to play, And
three times a dozen even more, They
seep slowly in through your mind's door.
You
can try to close them from your mind, But
the more you try the more you find, They
keep on coming and will not budge, No
matter how you push, shove and nudge.
You
have no choice, you just have to wait, For
the morning sun outside the gate, With
the coming of the day's bright light, The
demons will slink back into the night.
