In the quiet hum of the midnight hour,
Pages turn with whispered tales,
Numbers dance in rhythmic power,
While the clock’s patience slowly pales.

Pencils scribble dreams unreal,
On sheets that bear the weight of thought,
Equations that seem to twist and reel,
In a battle silently fought.

Words weave stories yet untold,
In the solitude of the lamp’s dim glow,
A world of knowledge brave and bold,
Where curious minds endlessly flow.

As dawn breaks through the window pane,
The night of toil begins to wane,
Yet in the heart, the quest remains,
To learn, explore, and understand the chain.