The hours seem to take a solid shape.
Staying up is mostly painful.
It used to be my escape.
However,
now it is mostly painful.
The minuts become power.
I know when everything should be.
My schedule is based upon the hour.
However,
I am not a captive or a slave.
The hours point me in the right direction.
It is not warmth.
I can take control to create perfection.
It does not make me cold.
It is work.
