There the beauty of midnight skies lie
Do it all at once, I reach for something so high
We just want to be loved, to be appreciated
So we do things to get attention—we are deprecated
I was promised the world back when I was starting
I dreamed of heights because they're all so stunning
I thought I could do it, anymore like them
So I did, hoping for things all solemn
So I brush my fingers on success and mayhem
Hoping that times change and I would've gotten
The highest praise, I wish the world did not condemn
My wishes of highest usually start at 3 AMHow silly must the world see me
A useless little lamb in the pasture of misery
Trying its best to get out of predestined agony
Did it succeed? No, success is all a fantasy
There is nothing new, nothing revolutionary
Yet they are all ahead while I lag with my story
Too fast, they all pretend to be
Too slow, it seems like I'm doing it too slowly
Is it a race, I have learned it to be so
Did someone win? Perhaps, I should let it go
Because I can't bear to get pounded again and again
So maybe I should stop dreaming at 3 AMSo now I sit here, stroking my wounded heart
Words ticking slowly, souls being ripped apart
I find that I did everything
Sold my soul to forces that be for a thing
What I wanted most, was something to remind my core
I walk through the battlefield just to fight a sore
I endure restless nights, stared up at countless stars
Just so I know how to heal wounds and lick my scars
Treasures all but hidden under sheets
Dealer of men, how have you formed your lips?
Because I have spent endless nights, lost and forgotten
Perhaps, I should stop thinking of things at 3 AMThe world works in ways unseen
But somehow, its favor on me has never been
I could have wavered I could have tried
But here I am, writing love songs while I cried
About broken vows and hopes torn
About new ideas and new worlds born
I am done hoping, I hope no longer
The world knows that nothing lasts forever
The sun shines, and the stars fade altogether
I should stop hoping that tomorrow will be better
Of all the things that should end up thrown and forsaken
Perhaps, I should stop trying to be someone at 3 AMA personal poem.
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