At two in the morning, when the world is asleep,
And the only sound is the tick of the clock,
My thoughts become tangled and start to creep,
Like a wisp of smoke or a silent flock.
I ponder the mysteries of life and love,
And the secrets that we keep hidden inside,
The memories that we hold onto, above
All else, even when they make us want to hide.
I wonder about the paths that we take,
And the choices that we make along the way,
The risks we are willing to undertake,
And the prices that we must be willing to pay.
I think of the people I've known and lost,
And the ones who have touched my heart and soul,
The lessons they taught me, at any cost,
And the memories that will never grow old.
At two in the morning, my thoughts are free,
To roam and wander, to soar and to fly,
To explore the depths of my memory,
And to discover the reasons why.
Why we live and love, why we laugh and cry,
Why we dream and hope, why we believe and try,
And why, no matter how hard we may try,
We can't escape the two AM thoughts that lie.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S🇰🇪
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