As I lay me down to sleep,
My head in pillows soft and deep,
And only barely half awake,
The muse gives me a sudden shake.
She bids me take up page and pen,
Sit up, turn on the light, and then,
Write down my idea right away,
For it won’t wait ’til break of day.
But seriously, this happened last night. I have an idea, and if I don’t write it down that instant, it’s gone by morning. Sucks, but it’s worth it to keep that notebook by my bed.