It is 3 am. and I am here awake again,

I know it may not be much,

I often wonder what it on the other side today,

I find I dream too big for my reality.

The moon is still in the sky tonight,

It should be going down soon.

I can't help thinking if things would be different.

I can't help wondering what I could have changed.

My mind races at thought from the past,

My soul questions choices I have made,

My heart yearns for what can't ever be.

My life seem void of something unknown.

So it is 3 am. and the moon is still here,

No where to turn tonight,

But, I do have my pen at my side.

I can use my soul as paper and write,

I can write to you, or me,

I can write my hopes or are they just dreams?

Empty turmoil is what I seem to feel,

physical pain is just my icing on the cake.

I try to make my lemonade each day,

Seems I am missing a few ingrediants.

One pill, two pills, three pills I guess that is good,

Life sure hasn't crasked up to be what I thought.

I know there is good in my life,

It isn't all bad, I am still living.

Time sure does fly when you're not having fun.

Well I guess it is still 3 am. in this world of mine.

I can see the moon still shines.

Love still lasts, and life moves too fast.

I guess we get what we take,

We just sometimes forget to give it back.