Forty winks will have to suffice, Awakening now, I rise. You can take a back seat, As we embark on this expedition, fleet.
There’s no time, we must seize the day, For opportunity beckons, come what may. Somnolence succumbs, ambition ascends, Dreaming fades, reality transcends.
Anachronistic perhaps, from a bygone era, Yet my dreams persist, a celestial aura. Scheming and strategizing, my mind ablaze, Your image instilled, my heart ablaze.