3 A.M.

My life is stuck in a typical to and fro,

But my heart has a list of places I want to go,

Maybe that's the reason at 3 am I feel low,

I've certainly lost all my glow.

While tirelessly chasing the time,

Often I stumble and whine,

Why this world always discriminates?

I am fed up, my mind is in an awful state.

Maybe this phase needs my best,

But my body is exhausted and needs rest,

Feels like the inauguration of troubles' fest,

These are the days where I've no zest.

Maybe eventually things will get better,

Not optimistic seeing my destiny stutter,

Wishing I had a shoulder to weep,

I bury my head in pillow and sleep.