3am
The clock is showing three AM,
The middle of the night.
I'm halfway through the darkness
And the almost-morning light.
It's a very eerie spot in time
When all the world's asleep.
Emotions, thoughts and brain-waves
Start to run a little deep.
This nighttime feeling is so real
My psyche is fully charged.
Everything that passes mind
Is sharpened and enlarged.
I'm motivated, driven
Feel alertness in the mind.
I'm ready to explore new turf
To see what I can find.
I safely say that in the past
I got to delving far,
Especially on nights I've seen
The last remaining star.
I can't give up this special hour
Just to get some rest.
Why, that would be too dreadful
Wasting time that is the best.
You also can experience
The magic of this hour.
Stay up until the clock strikes three
And then you'll feel its power.
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