As I lay wide awake
I cannot help but ponder
About decisions I made
Which have resulted in the way life is.
Look at me now
Where will I go next?
They say what will be will be
But I am tired of waiting
I want to know now
What is my purpose on this planet?
I recall the friendships gained
Friendships lost.
The money spent wisely
Money wasted.
The opportunities missed
And opportunities I picked up.
No time to regret
I move forwards
On to the next challenge I say.
I seek thrill & excitement
No gain without pain.
Hold up, what time is it?
"Time to stop thinking and sleep"
I tell myself.
But the thoughts continue.
I cannot sleep.
I am wide awake.
I mentally picture tomorrow's plan
Gotta do this & that...
Why won't I stop thinking?
Brain goes into overdrive.
It always happens at this time.
Always happens at 3am.
YOU ARE READING
It's 3am
PoetryWe can all relate to those early morning thoughts interrupting our sleep pattern. This poem highlights some of the passing thoughts at 3am.
