3 A. M.

It was 3 in the morning
When i rode my bike and saw lil bit of hard life.

It was 3 in the morning
When i thought no one would be in the street, because they should be in their bed.

It was 3 in the morning
When i saw group of people, playing cards, while some of them took care of our neighborhood

It was 3 in the morning
When i saw the market start to be crowded

It was 3 in the morning
When i saw public transportation’s driver warmed-up his car

It was 3 in the morning
When i saw the worker prepared for their routine commute

It was 3 in the morning
When i see food traders just clean up their booth, and prepare for comin back home

It was 3 in the morning
When i feel my life was harder than anyone, but through the 3.a.m’s darkness, i found that my life is a dream for others.

It was 3 in the morning
When i thought, they’re not supposed to work that early.

It was 3 in the morning
When i see a lil bit, the other side of life.
The hard-life.

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