Between the rifts and chaos, sits a time, so sublime, 3am is mine. The tire of the spire, the day to retire, the light does expire, my mind to inspire. Medicated, my mind is loose, tis at ease, reinstated. Ideas fly freely, inundated, not intimidated. The knowledge of the night is mine, for this is the time, senses engage, stepping around the rage, avoiding the stage, the spotlight bright, in pure white, but I have my might. I can push, huff, draw a flush, because it's 3am.

Through the dark, I see clearly, I do really, not just nearly, melt into it. Look up not down, it’s just the ground, hush, be void of sound, as the dark world spins round, take it in, marvel, feel the scope of those who hope, it's not harmful, it's a galactic carnival, enhanced, i dance in a trance, making my stance, it's 3am.

Fluidity, my mind moves, in ways that are hard to explain, so fast, so free, liquid-like, so far from rigidity, and light. In the dark, reality is stark, barren, empty, but I feel at ease, tis a release, a means to appease. I don't get disheartened, that our world was darkened, just a means to be hardened, it's 3am.

Light affects sight, it is just like height, it messes with my fight or flight, the opposite of night. I stumble and fall, go right through the floor, thoughts hitting the wall, but missing the door. Desperate to relinquish, to find and extinguish, the light that has taken my sight, my might, thrown from that height, I've lost my flight and have nothing to fight, because it's 4am Tik Tok, Tik Tok.

By Esotsu

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