It is 3 a.m. on a Saturday night (just like any other Saturday)
I spend my weekends consuming thrills.
It is 3 a.m. (but tonight is a Tuesday)
I stare at my blank page of homework, wondering why it is not complete.
It is 3 a.m. (it is a Friday today)
I love Fridays, because tomorrow is Saturday, giving the weekend start.
3 a.m. 3 a.m. 3 a.m.
It is a Saturday again.
Why is every week a repeat of itself?
It’s always the same 7 days in a row.
Am I in a loop?
Why is this always the same?
Nothing ever changes.
Not fair. Not fair. Not fair.
(It is 3 a.m. again. Another Saturday night)
I am consuming myself with all these emotions I’ve been gatekeeping for so long, so when Tuesday comes again — I can fall asleep before
I am praying tonight (though it is not 3 a.m.)
I am praying tonight, for my 3 a.m. sins need to be forgiven.
I am praying tonight that — I will be able to fall asleep before 3 a.m.
Praying for 3 a.m. (3 a.m. is the only time to pray for)
(3 a.m. deserves to be prayed for all its sins consumed)
Every night passes,
As time passes quicker.
It always ends up being 3 a.m. again.
It is 3 a.m. on a Saturday night again (but not just like any other)
Tonight I reflect. Reflect on all my decisions made at:
Tonight is consuming thrills, 3 a.m. thrills.
Thrills that are forgiven in the early morning.
Morning is what starts at 3 a.m.
3 a.m. that consumes my lifetime.
A lifetime of repeated 3 in the mornings, waiting for time to pass.