Summer Nights

Nocturnal insight awakens the thinker in me
I just enjoy summer nights more than the day
The sun only impresses me halfway
I just can't stand it during the day
I love it when it's half a world away

Why do the muses inspire me at night?
Is it because they are owls,
Keepers of wisdom among the shadows?
They swoop down on me, the lowly rat.

When will the flow stop?
Just when I think I'm drained,
And my eyes want sleep
My hand wants to write.
I can't tell whether I'm here anymore,
Mentally or physically, it doesn't matter
Descartes has my mind
Hume has my attention
But Kierkegaard and Sartre take the gigantic cake
When will we learn to think realistically?
The time is now and the responsibility is on us
To think for ourselves