The lines of time turn twisted
When the clock of midnight tips
From today into tomorrow.
Now what is yesterday, and is
Right now tonight, or is it
This morning—can it be both?

Midnight’s no time for these enigmas;
Leave the dilemmas for the day.
But when I wake, I then discover
They don’t matter anyway.

…Until, awake again, I cross
The midnight line, and time
Twists me ‘round once more
In this mind-bending chore.