these lights

4.39 by Alistair Chong

4.39 in the morning
willing this conscious to leave
but my thoughts they never
heed to me
the ticking clock
the heartbeat of time
goes on and on and on
leaves this dead behind
at 4.39

are you there
when i am
in the city of thoughts
and blinding hope
are you where
where i am
where we are blind
to these hopeless thoughts

4.39
you are in my eyes
in my head, everywhere
you are my cries
and i just yearn to black myself out
out of this misery
into my dreams and nightmares
and out of reality
at 4.39

are you there
when i am
in the city of thoughts
and blinding hope
are you where
where i am
where we are blind
to these hopeless thoughts

wandering these streets
i lose again and again
you from me
won't you find me here

in the city of thoughts
and blinding hope
where we are blind
to these hopeless thoughts