my strangest thoughts
come to me
at 3am
when i cant sleep.
i toss and turn,
and try and try,
but my eyes dont get heavy.
so i lie in bed,
and wait for the sunrise-
thinking 3am thoughts,
while doing 3am things.
if bees could speak,
what would they say?
what if the first aliens we encounter,
are sentient clouds of gas?
how many universes are there really,
zero, or an infinity?
has my life up till this point,
been just a dream?
i creep to the kitchen
and fix myself a drink,
of coffee dark as night and sweet as sin.
i creep back to my room
and light a cigarette
see the smoke curl gently,
and sitting on the window sill,
i think 3am thought,
while doing 3am things.
could reality simply be
a computer simulation?
does god really exist?
will i still be alive tomorrow?
and what if sounds could be seen,
while colors could sing?
Thoughts- that in the harsh light of day,
see pointless, or absurd,
or both,
come to me as i sit
smoking softly, and nursing my drink.
as i think 3am thoughts,
and do 3am things.
