3a.m called

Can i start the path all over again?

I think i'll be better prepared of the heavy rain

Stock my cabinet with medications for the pain

Bleach for my white garment, for the inevitable stain

Lately it seems like life is rolling the tape on slow motion

Like i am too scared to stay stuck and also to move forward

Stuck on an axis but my days counting on full rotation

Keeping external peace with internal commotion

But I guess this happens only most days

When sleep abandons me and doesn't show face

And thoughts endless run through my mind, marathon race

With so many plans in place with action I can't even trace

I wrote alot about Zeus, with me exiled from that mountain

On one hand , I forgive him, he drank water from an empty fountain

But I can't deny his lightening bolt bruised, the flesh got rotten

The one thing I didn't want to be, a destiny I was always avoiding

Standing on the stage with empty seats

People of worth asking me to let them in

Waving their tickets like there is a worth in it

Surely they can't see me like this, I'm a murder seen.

I hate the word trauma, it excused my sins

The plate I served my undercooked dish

The filth i used to cover the area that did stink

A crashed car without a back seat

Table with so many plates, fishes still attached to their bait

Celebration without any cake, can't sleep but can't stay awake

People expecting so much from me, what do I say ?

Sometimes i wonder if His death paid for my case.

But i promise if you ask me,I'll say I am okay

I'll say I am drunk on so much faith

I'll crack a joke as you laugh at my face

Standing in front of you,

One who has lived past what should have been his expiry date.

Okay that got dark, my bad, that was my mistake

With all these, I still stay on my knees when I pray

That's the only way I keep them all tamed

Sometimes,I rather take the long way.