2 am
is the best time to think

the sun is no longer there
to hold you accountable
and the moon is nothing
but a burnt out streetlight

those black cats that cross your path
are not bad luck
lurking shadows are long-lost friends
the city is a maze of empty sidewalks
and the traffic lights still turn
red yellow green

you are on the verge
of being so tired
that you are near delusional
and on the verge
of being so delusional
that you are almost rational

2 am
is the time when you really understand
life
love
and how to find eternal happiness

so you make plans
so you set goals
so you promise yourself, promise
that tomorrow will be different

BUT technically, tomorrow is today
and you are either
to drunk to remember
to lazy to act
or
to stupid to comprehend
that what you thought at 2 am
could really change your life

and here we are
at the beginning.

immortal
free,
no restrictions
or boundaries
...just infinity.

we aren’t making plans,
we’re living.

we’re shaking our hair,
swaying our hips,
moving our feet,
closing our eyes,
relaxing our shoulders,
screaming at the top of our lungs
and glowing in our youth.

holding on to moments of pure bliss.

the world is our teacher and we are it’s students…

trying to figure out who we are
and praying for dear life that reality will never catch us.

a lone car
drives by
on this forlorn highway

we’re heading
somewhere,
or nowhere;
anywhere

it’s dark,
early

another day
ready
for new mistakes
and opportunities

fresh

and our tired eyes
witness
the light,
slowly creeping up the fields,
grasping at fences and housetops

cleansing the world from yesterday

and on this lonely highway,
we become
alive