In The Silence

Sometimes I sit in silence
at 4 AM, in my room.
Listening to the clock
beating with all its might.
And the sound of crickets
serenading the night.

Pondering about life
and everything else in between.
The future and the past,
the sights I've seen,
places I could go to,
how things could have been.

The sun rises, my windows lit up
a warm yellow glow.
A new day is here it says.
Sometimes I sit in silence
at 5 AM, in my room.
Pondering about better days.

Coming my way.