3am

Laying in bed

Waking like the dead

Can’t tell if I’m still dreaming

Or if I’m really awake

 

Ceiling fan turns

Like a warning sign

Every quiet second

Sounds louder in my mind

 

It’s 3AM

And I can’t get back to sleep

Thinking of the day ahead

And promises I couldn’t keep

 

So much to do

Gotta manage my time right

Keeping up this charade

Is a daily fight

 

My soul is tired

My body weak

A few more hours left

Before the alarm screams

 

Streetlight glowing softly

Through the bedroom blinds

Painting broken shadows

Across my tired eyes

 

Somewhere a dog is barking

At nothing I can see

Maybe he’s just as restless

And worn down as me

 

The refrigerator humming

Like a distant machine

Funny how the smallest sounds

Feel sharp at 3:15

 

Every night

Like the clocks in the house

A rhythm I can’t sustain

Just ticking me down

 

Maybe this is my time

To talk with God

Work out the kinks in life

Or just stare into the dark

 

Maybe peace only comes

When the whole world sleeps

Maybe I’m just too tired

To dream that deep

 

Half awake

Half out of my mind

Trying to untangle

The noise inside

 

Thinking ‘bout tomorrow

And all the things unsaid

How a man can feel alive

And exhausted instead

 

Funny how the nighttime

Makes the truth appear

Things I keep buried

Sound louder in here

 

3AM

And the silence cuts clean

Somewhere between exhausted

And unraveling

 

Still staring at the ceiling

While the whole world sleeps

Waiting for the morning

Or whatever waits for me