No need

Awake at 3 in the morn,

When the spawn of tired and creativity is born.

I lay on doubled cushions

Gazing into silence.

Will I be dreary in the sunlight?

Of course, but funcionality does not lower flight.

For I need no caffeine, to be keen, of the day.

Just a mindset

Of ambition and benevolence.

Droopy eyes, irrelevant.

I'm the shepherd of my energy.

And I am grateful that it remains kinetic 

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