The Early Riser and the Insomniac

Time loses it's grip on reality 

between three and five am.

Your mind is in a state of fragility,

on the edge of madness.

Though this is my interpretation,

you no doubt see the mystery

in a time where life is on probation

and stopped from experience.

My friend the insomniac says time

ceases to exist after the first night. 

Where you're the centre of a victimless crime,

and Father Time's corps is back at four am.

And there reality goes, skylarking of

into the Freudian part of your mind.

A rest is all it needs to shove

it back in place with time.

This is where I rest my head, 

my friend may not do the same.

for me reality grips time in bed 

as the mind wakes.

For my friend, who knows,

has reality ever been the same?

He sleeps more then he shows,

     (three hours at most)

but reality eludes him,

as time comes again with the dawning 

sun and its precise ticks. 

While I wake with firm grip on early morning,

my friend falls through to eternal three am.