three o'clock

it's three o'clock in the morning
i find that i'm awake
it should be quite upsetting
but, what difference does it make

the wind is howling wildly
rain spatters against glass
i sit and tap computer keys
to help the dark hours pass

the thing with living on your own
is that it doesn't matter
if wandering at night is what you do
you're free to make a clatter

there's many things that i could do
if i should feel the need
and nobody would mind at all
if the light's on and i read

i make a cup of coffee
and i light myself a smoke
a freight train thunders through the night
perhaps that's why i woke


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