Late In The Night, I'm Alright

It's a little past 2am and I'm wide awake.

Staying awake is a piece of cake.

The hardest part is to wake up

Reaching for my coffee cup.

Time is strange, thus life is too

For it brought us together, me and you

In one dimension, one single age

Of artificial justice crusades.

Mosaic consciousness somehow etching us into existence

But our existence not knowing where to go hence

Our lack of acceptability

Showcasing our incapability.

But as an individual

I think being is conceptual.

Laying awake so late at night

I think we're gonna be alright.