Past midnight, a writer starts to write again,
Another night of random musings.. written in vain..
For as soon as he writes them, he will destroy them too,
His words would have a life – of moments only few !

One would write random stuff, perhaps written before,
Or some words new, from thoughts he would explore..
With his writings, he will try to trigger new thoughts, a different cue…
But this trigger will have a life – of moments only few !

A twist in tale, the writer will add,
Happy beginnings, endings sad…
Every moment, new turns, to mark semi-plots new,
Overall however.. this tale will have a life – of only moments few !