3 A.M.

3 A.M.

A Poem by Your Tasty Field Advisor
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Just something i threw together at 3 in the morning. i hope it worked out.

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Three in the morning

No sleep
Well
Thinking about true love
All the pictures throughout my mind
 
Sitting in a room with the machines
Machines tapping in the rain
 
Three words
Words that are bringers of the unknown
Like walking through a doorway of unknown worlds
We strive
The being that’s inside of all of us
All of us as one
Strive to be something
By the end realization comes
We brought stupidity
Made a difference
Or brought hell
Either way we’re dead
Who cares?
 
We all strive to make a difference
Try to learn
Teach ourselves
Teach others
Walk in the rain
Kiss
Sex
We all try it
There’re always them things we believe we’re meant to do
It’s meant to be
It’s our life
And by the end we realize all we dreamed of
Was either a lie
Or just put on as a show
 
Sitting in that cold room
With the machines following their orders
I came to realize
The only reason why people strive to do anything
They don’t think for themselves
They don’t question authority
They abide by ridiculous rules without question
They don’t realize the words around them
Just the words inside
  
They either love
Hate
Or don’t understand the words around them
But the words inside each person
Secretly know what’s going on in the outside world
 
The end
Or beginning
Hard to realize and predict when all time will stop.

© 2008 Your Tasty Field Advisor


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dad, if you read this, you should know the facts before you start assuming that all the dark poems are about you. just saying that you arent always my muse to write thoes dark poems about. so, dont .. more..

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