5:04 AM

The world is silent, suspended in time,
As the clock ticks past five, a quiet chime.
The early morning, still and bare,
Holds secrets whispered on the air.

At 5:04, the night begins to fade,
The darkness slowly starts to trade,
With the soft glow of the waking light,
A new day breaching the edge of night.

What dreams did you leave behind in sleep?
What thoughts, so deep, did you keep?
In those fleeting moments, lost and free,
What truths did you glimpse about who you'll be?

At 5:04, the world feels wide,
Like an empty canvas, stretching far and wide.
The possibilities are endless, yet so small,
In this quiet hour, we feel it all.

A moment to reflect, a pause in the race,
A reminder that life moves at its own pace.
For in the stillness, we find a clue—
At 5:04, the universe waits for you.