4 A.M. (Picture 12)

The world is still sleeping

Drowning in their thoughts

But I lay awake

Under a blanket of stars

The moon is my friend

And tells the most amazing tales

But only two hours left

Before we fall to our fate

The night will get over,

The moon will go home

The sun would be brighter

Than the day before

The dawn would come

And this makes me sad,

The bright light blinds me

Makes me visible to the world

But I am used to the shadows

So the clock shows 4,

The sky is grey

While I paint on a canvas

Made with thoughts gone array

The silence helps me feel

That my existence is real

I feel washed out in the chaos

At dusk I am a crusader

Righting all wrongs

But at dawn I'm just

A person wearing a mask

There's no glory in pretense

When everyone can see

That you can't live up to

What others believe

It's two hours to six

Till then I have my peace

And the galaxies above

Are all that I need