Golden🌃

Curiosity gets the best of me

Especially when its night

Usually around 3AM

That is the time you feel the loneliest in life

3Am gets the best of me

Especially when I’m down with my thoughts

And suddenly it’s so loud

That is the time when I feel most free

I think darkness is getting a hold of me

Slowly shooting up to my ceiling

Where I’ve aligned my stars

I think I can see them now

The thoughts that were in my head

Just now

Are now written on the walls in gold

I’m not a math head

But I can calculate

The probability of this night turning

Golden

I was afraid

Now I’m not

I was brave

Now I’m not

Now I am meek 

‘Cause I believe

I believe what?

I believe this

I believe there’s no good and bad

There’s just this way and that

Who are we?

To judge what is right

And what is not?

How do we know what we do is certain?

Where is the line?

All this was running now

In my mind

I can see them right now

On my ceiling at 3Am

Bright and bold

In Golden