Not exactly written at 3AM but 12:50am GMT (in around 15 minutes, I kid you not, that’s the reason it’s so terribly written as is everything I create) so the same sleep-deprived sentiment remains. This is for anyone who can’t or refuses to succumb to their mind/body’s desire to rest.
Additionally, everyone should write in the early hours of the morning… Or is that the delirium speaking?
Here I am; Battling the monsters of dreams just faded and unclung.
It’s 3am; Synapses slowing;
(Well I guess they’re working, if I am able to write this.)
Mired in a (seemingly) empty world
And admiring the empty road outside my window.
Mind is shrieking.
Not seeking to slow my Consciousness down
Tomorrow I’ll come round at around twelve-forty five
My first thought will be: Am I still alive ?
Yes, comes the response; Another day to strive
To writhe in the neuroses and anxieties</
Of a Hysterical Society.
It’s 3am; I know I should hit that pillow
Instead I sit here and wallow
Waiting for something, anything to transpire
Because dreams can’t ascend higher
Imagination has bounds; Hope I’ll never come around
Never come around.