Poetic Version- I am a night owl, not an early bird

Witnessing the way in the dark, the stream of the moon
A reflector of me I am a night owl, not an early bird
boom close to the end of the way, crawling whole night
A reflector of me I am a night owl, not an early bird.

the grand slam, of the work, a cherish sun after a night
hogtie with present day, a cherish moon at night
grown seedling by cramps pointed vision, of the night
A reflector of me I am a night owl, not an early bird.

Believe in the believer of your heart impression
strong moves, head down, temporary after all, the hardest battle
sunshine burned the waves of rain, darkness seems more supportive
In search of way, I am a night owl, not an early bird.

allow to work when the time zone of a man is perfect
morning evening just a matter of words to express
backing the eager beaver since you know that one is not weary
I am a night owl, not an early bird.

jocular time can be of breakdowns in spite of, the history on the script
appreciation trifled as a youth flawless, in the struggle
rebound backward, to have a long plunge, since not bow out
I am a night owl, not an early bird.