3 A.M.

Yes, my clock indicates 3

and now it's time for real battle.

Real battle of emotions and misery

which gonna ends up as unsolved mystery.

The heart is crying for all the love which we made,

but my intellect stipulate not to cry

as you receives another moral as gift

which helps your journey to uplift.

Your soul demands the justice,

But will you be able to find it?

The answer is No,

if you ask from him and

the answer is indeed yes

if you ask your own self.

Now it's half three

and you are still in practise,

Every drop unfolds another era,

era of your undefined love

which lacks real peace.

Slowly your eyes are running

without any gain

but I trust you

that one day, you do find

yourself in peaceful rain.