The Early Riser and the Insomniac
Time loses it's grip on reality
between three and five am.
Your mind is in a state of fragility,
on the edge of madness.
Though this is my interpretation,
you no doubt see the mystery
in a time where life is on probation
and stopped from experience.
My friend the insomniac says time
ceases to exist after the first night.
Where you're the centre of a victimless crime,
and Father Time's corps is back at four am.
And there reality goes, skylarking of
into the Freudian part of your mind.
A rest is all it needs to shove
it back in place with time.
This is where I rest my head,
my friend may not do the same.
for me reality grips time in bed
as the mind wakes.
For my friend, who knows,
has reality ever been the same?
He sleeps more then he shows,
(three hours at most)
but reality eludes him,
as time comes again with the dawning
sun and its precise ticks.
While I wake with firm grip on early morning,
my friend falls through to eternal three am.