Here I am, at this hour, at this night,
I can't sleep, I can't do shit, I can't think right,
Looking out, I saw cars, street lights, trees and the bright moonlight,
Why am I wide awake? Is there something amiss? I think with might.

Bored to the max! My mind is empty,
I fell that the night is young, yet I'm lazy,
I started to hear my voices speaking from within, am I crazy?
I tried to shut my mind, shut my ears, but it is useless honestly...

The refreshing winds of October night passes by,
The dark shades of purple took over the recently lit sky,
It'll rain soon I supposed, I hope thunder and lightning too would come by,
As I couldn't hope for anything more...such boredom, suffering till it made me cry.

Reaching out for the sky, I asked what is my task now?
Should I sleep, or do something radical...such as milking a cow?
Suddenly I felt stupid with myself, while raising my eyebrow...
I'm out of words, as you can see...I can't end this poem anymore with the tune of 'ow'...

Melodic, sure...but uh, wrong section bro.

Might wanna try kopitiam, thought I doubt many would appreciate such linguistic wordplay.