4 am ; a small-minded epiphany

It’s 4 am, that truly breaks me
All my resolve just floats away
Making room for the early morning sun beams
Licking a bright path to welcome another day

It’s 4 am, that gets me wired
Wanting, Needing , Urging for more
Slowly my fight is seizing, I’m too tired
Maybe I can’t hide it any longer

It’s 4 am, that forces me open
Overwhelmed by this infinity, endlessness
Desire and pain almost too much – I’m chocking
Fighting for space in this enclosed shelter of my heart

It’s 4 am
And it’s all I can hold on to
Before I chase my dreams
And run away.