2:32 AM
Well before dawn would come
Bringing today time has begun
To knock upon your eyes saying
It's time to wake from bed laying
It almost seems clock work too knows
We need to rise and write who knows
Is up like you who may just read
A story told upon theirs feed
Sleep deprives the inner soul
Begging to write, to take hold
Writing again your therapy
That shapes a thought of harmony
Their song of heart is just like yours
Sung AL Capella of life endured
A piece of them they feel secure
Confessions theirs cut dry but pure
Like flower waits for Sun to rise
Your time is now and to surprise
Another thought tugs you to paint
A piece of work of mind to state
So pen all do these thoughts that run
Before they leave yet to be done
Is one more write to pen before
You close windows of soul and snore
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