I like to stay up through the entire night
. If I don't have to be anywhere and have no obligation
s constrained by time, it takes me about a week
to get on this sort of schedule
About 7 or 8 PM: WAKE UP.
8 PM-noon or 1PM: LIVE.
About noon or 1PM: GO TO BED.
noon or 1PM-7 or 8PM: SLEEP.
My sleeping habits tend to give people the wrong idea. Some people have kiddingly asked me if I'm a vampire . . . this kind of insinuates to me that they think I only play "nocturnal" because I want to be trendy and gothic or something. But honestly, I don't think that the absence of light really makes nighttime any more "dark." Let me explain.
There is nothing creepy about nighttime. I'm not antisocial. I'm not afraid of the sun. But I prefer the night for a lot of reasons. First of all, I love the stars and the way the moon looks against the night sky. Second, I like the fact that there just aren't as many people about at that time . . . it seems to make it easier for me to get done what I want to get done (i.e., writing, working on my Web page). And lastly, there's something about night that just works for me. Sometimes it is a drag to have a lot of stores closed during my waking hours, but if I end up having to go out somewhere that's only open in the daytime, I just wait for the sun to come up.
Incidentally, a lot of people who are my friends are at least some degree of nocturnal as well . . . I'm not alone in this, I promise. (And shut up, yes I do too have friends.) Annoyingly, some people I talk to online think that no one is online at "that time of night" unless they're looking for sex, but that's obviously not true.
Looking at the clock one night,
I see it's half past three.
I wonder what I'd do with time
if it were meant for me?
I spend my life waiting for the sun,
but all I see are the stars.
I stand by the street out in the night
and watch the passing cars.
Here I am.
What am I doing wrong?
I want to stop one of those cars and say,
"Can I come along?"
Here I am.
I'm lost out by the street.
All I need is some help
to get to my feet.
Looking at the sky I see
the stars are already gone,
and thousands of feet above my head
the clouds are moving on.
I want to hitch a ride on a cloud.
At least they go somewhere.
I can't ask them where they lead,
But at this point I don't care.
Because it's daytime,
And the daytime is nighttime to me.
When the sun comes out of the ground,
all I want to do is sleep.
Sometimes daytime makes me feel
as if I've lost my way,
and I get farther off the path
with every passing day.
Nighttime sometimes traps me in,
but daytime scares me so.
Nighttime is a friend to me,
and day I'll never know.
Here I am.
I'm lost but I'm not free.
I am stuck in the dark,
can someone please help me?
Here I am.
Alone, no friends in sight.
It is times like this
I wish I was made for the light.
I enjoy my darkened life;
the trouble is I'm alone.
I would never desert the moon,
but sometimes I wish I'd known . . .
That when I embraced the stars,
I couldn't touch dawn again.
So my friends will always be
just my thoughts and my pen.
Because the daytime lacks the magic
that night is within.
I chose to give up the light
so other songs could begin.