it's 3 A.M.

it's 3 A.M.

and with

flickering shadows,

my vision

seems to blur.

it's 3 A.M.

and the moon

shines brightly,

it seens to lead me out

my open window.

it's 3 A.M.

and i'm climbing

over my creaky

brown wooden

fence door.

it's 3 A.M.

when i stop to

admire some roses

i've never seen them,

before.

it's 3 A.M.

when i'm almost there,

crossing the street,

unseen under the

murky moonlight.

it's 3 A.M.

when i'm sitting

on a bench,

dreaming, and

trying to wake up.