3 AM

Its early morning or so I believe
And I proceed to pour myself another cup of coffee
And I breathe deeply for a moment as I do
And I turn a page groggily
And I take a sip bitterly
And I fumble around to find a light switch
And I light a smoke messily
And I take a drag desperately
And I gaze out into this part of the world, so peacefully
And I feel for once happy to be a part of it at this hour
And I squint at the clock
And it's 3am