0100 Thoughts
Sand sifts in hour glass cascades
A soul searching as today did fade
Into black, past midnight hour
At 0100 thoughts in us tower
Birthed upon pillow, daunting
Pressed inside a mind now taunting
For answers to, spirit formed
Engaged is mind, some right, some wrong
Here where real seems to become
If for the moment, one with one
Alone tossing, turning as tide
Eyelids once closed reopen wide
Disturbed was sleep, brief was rest
As heart and soul will too attest
That though in thought we came to travel
At 0100 hours, mysteries unravel
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