[23:00]

11 p.m.; who cares? Honestly, it seems like the perfect time to chat.

My brain is dead; you can say what you wanna say and I'll just nod.

I'll go, "Hmm...", if I disagree, but nothing else.

Who dares to start up an argument that late at night?

11 p.m.; who cares? It will end soon.

The shackles will clamp around my ankles again.

I will return to the cage, but this will be the last time.

I'll go in and leave again; gloriously victorious.

11 p.m.; who cares?

It is the end of my late nights, for it is time to rise up early again.

Exercise routines don't get themselves done; also,

The peace of the mornings only last so long.

11 p.m.

Guess you'll just stay a time in my mind.

We'll never be friends.

You are just some daily checkpoint; reached after I already laid down my head to rest.