Daily Lyric: FIVE O’CLOCK

Five o’clock in the morning

I’m awake, lucid and clear

My mind is sharp, my imagination is fresh

My vantage point is premier.

The best stuff always comes to me

In the lonely cool before dawn

I keep my ears open and write it all down

And next thing you know, a song is born.

Five o’clock in the evening

I’m tired, exhausted and spent

My mind is dull, my concentration is foggy

This hour is my most dense.

Nothing ever comes to me

In the hazy light before dusk

I can’t even focus on the stuff that I like

Call it a day, call it a bust.

Five o’clock comes twice a day

One sweet, the other sour

Amazing how everything turns upside down

In the space of twelve hours.

I wish there was a way to break this circle

And nullify the meaning of time

There’s got to be more than repeating this cycle

If I’m to seek and find the sublime.

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It's five o'clock somewhere.

This was written sometime in the early 2000s. Not quite a song, not quite a poem, just a little ditty explaining my personal time cycle as it was at the time (as it were). Never recorded or performed.