My Thinking Cap

One day, my consciousness rose above my hat and what I mean by this is that: I found myself expressing what was on my mind, or at least the thoughts that I could find. For instance, my early is probably a lot earlier than your early. And, should I continue to suppose how late does the dusk to dawn oppose? Or, in what hour of sleeping does the night attempt to emulate the day as bright, but its wakefulness must keep me sane and well above the life that I maintain. When my thoughts finally came back to me, I realized what before I could not see.