Sometimes Spelling Matters

To those who love the contemplate,
Too much lies awake for I anticipate,
Two few hours may count my rest tonight.
There are times we compromise,
They're producing a calloused mind,
Their legends can scar or toughen,
Lessen the impact or,
Lesson begin.
Four hours past my goal
For what reason I will not
Know why I ask
No, I am not sure

Sometimes spelling matters to bee wrong can sting. So,

I am awake to know why?
Eye restless for things done and seen?
I cannot wait for tomorrow?
Here eyes lie.
Hear songs outside.
Daze I'll be tomorrow,
Days must begin
Wear a cap
Where will the last, end.

Punction matters too