before the sun

Five in the morning.

Nobody's calling. Nobody's watching.

Honestly... that's kinda nice.

Coffee's hot. Computer's on.

Got about an hour

before somebody starts paying me

to do something else.

Keys on the counter,

boots by the door,

Same quiet room, same cold floor.

Screen lights up and the whole thing starts,

Little stupid idea with a ridiculous heart.

Nobody waiting, nobody knows,

No guarantee any of this thing grows.

Six-thirty coming whether I'm ready or not,

So give me sixty minutes— let's see what I got.

FIVE IN THE MORNING!

WHO KNOWS WHAT WE'RE BUILDING?

Whole world's sleeping while somebody somewhere is quietly changing everything!

No crowd, no lights,

no warning— Just coffee and a half-baked dream,

YOU'D BE AMAZED WHAT STARTS AT FIVE IN THE MORNING!

(wake up! wake up!) Not everybody.

I like the quiet.

Somebody studying three blocks away,

Somebody writing what they'll pitch someday.

Somebody running before their first shift,

Somebody learning how to build something different.

One mom planning while the baby's asleep,

One kid drawing something nobody will see.

Somebody practicing one more song,

Whole hidden city getting shit done before dawn.

No headlines. No applause.

No evidence yet that it'll matter at all.

That's the beautiful part—

they're doing it anyway.

(five-oh-one...) Don't rush me.

(five-oh-two...) (five-oh-three...) Jesus.

Maybe the life everybody eventually sees starts in hours nobody remembers.

Maybe the biggest things begin looking embarrassingly small.

One screen. One notebook.

One idea. One morning.

(one more!)

Alright.

FIVE IN THE MORNING!

SUN'S FINALLY COMING! Whole world waking while a thousand little dreams already

got a head start running!

Don't know where they're going,

don't need to know today— JUST BUILD A LITTLE SOMETHING BEFORE THE

MORNING GETS AWAY! (who's watching?) Nobody!

(who's clapping?) Nobody! (then why do it?) Because I fucking want to.

Shit.

Time for work.