6:45 AMThis rest, is enough,The time awaiting the stars to align,Delayed, then denied my flight.Grounded, My feet are now roots,But my mind is the tree bearing no fruit,Fitting, considering the lack of stress,Complacency, and three more hours of sleep,Have held me back...The dreams I could've achieved,The seeds that were never sown,Dried and died,Now phantoms, born of a nostalgic mind,Seem dark silhouettes in my eyes,Yet they shimmer in other's sight,Yeah, I'm jealous tonight,This rest is enough,The sun's come up,My eyes' light, back to bright.Alright, 6:45,It's time.