The jet lag poem

I am up when the sun is down
The whole house is sleeping but not me
All I hear is the ticking sound
Of a clock that tells me it is time to sleep
But my rhytm is in another world
Like lets say Usa
and now this girl
cant seperate night from day

So what do I do?
what I do best
I will write a poem
and then get some rest

I will try again and again
til the morning is here
Itchy eyes tomorrow
and a yawn I will share

But I am on my way
cause I feel it is time
to dream, so I say;
My friends, good night!