Have you ever tried to write a song
at 2pm with blinds undrawn
and lights and television on?
It isn’t that conducive
But 3am you find the time
to marry chords with merry rhymes
and pen another masterpiece:
the Great Opus Elusive
You score all of the hardest parts
and with great care, proof-play the charts
and hope you’ve made a work of art
Of which you can be proud
But your last movement doesn’t fit
the ending won’t come to you yet
You’ll just have to wait to finish
and put it in your desk for now.
the sieve and the sand 
We must all make music here.
That would certainly make the most sense.
and then you wake up and find out the stuff you think was brilliant at 3am is fit for only for the pigs
On the flip-side, I always leave what I think to be terrible to moulder overnight. Every once in a while, the culture grows on me just right.