12 A.M

Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock

A dark abyss between yesterday and today
Between sunrise and sunset
What a strange time to mark the end of a day and the beginning of a new one

Most people are hidden under their covers
Possibly lost in dreams
Possibly snoring
Possibly waking up to go to the bathroom
Possibly staring into the celling consumed by their anxieties
Unaware of the change that is taking place
From one day to the next

Others are wide awake
Some are lost in their work preparing the world for the coming morning
A few stumble around drunk in search for their next beverage
All these are a poor substitute for sleep

The moon takes advantage of the sun’s disappearance
The stars admire the tranquility from below

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

The clock marches on

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