Five Minutes Past Midnight
Do these long nights ever end?
The nights do but the work doesn’t...
But it’s a weak attempt to relieve the pressure.
When I see dozens of wrappers around me.
The vice like control the stress has over me
The excuses I make for all my failures. Still,
One moment - but one turns into thousands. As,
To think that I still have time, it’s only 12:05.
Myself into believing there will always be more time.
Until even the final echoes fade.