Adrift in a sea of insomnia,
I fish for the dicta I've managed to learn.
For example, Amor vincit omnia,
a tough one to chew on as I toss and turn.
And Tempus fugit. Yes, see how time flies
when I'm on my own, awake in the dark,
debating if Romans truly were wise
or just lucky buggers who did hit the mark.
I have imbibed. In vino veritas, it's
true. (And malt does do more than Milton can . . .)
But I'll raise my glass to Cicero's wits.
Otium cum dignitate's my plan.
Now back to that love thing. I see by daylight:
Amor vincit omnia except insomnia.
Good morning. Good morning.
Come kiss me goodnight.