Another Midnight Poem

I have this sudden urge to write another midnight poem,

As if sleeping it off would only bless these words

Formulating in the corners of my mind

With limbs stretching deep inside of me –

Blurry faces,

Slurred speech,

Walking figures,

And time-manipulating scenes,

Jumping from now

To back then

To somewhere I have never been.

Only my imagination could conjure such plots

That do not really amount to much

But symbols and messages

Just itching to get decoded.