Yeah, it's 4:20am,
so what?
I'm an adult, you want to make something of it?
Well I wish you did.
Because that would mean there was someone awake to share this with me.
However much of an asshole I may be during any given day,
I just can't sustain it in the wee hours, where the night and morning get confused and switch places, til finally righting themselves.

I'd like to talk to you.
Possibly about world peace.
Possibly about the word 'vermillion'.
Possibly about punk rock.
And possibly about nothing at all.

But I'd like to talk to you, just for a while.
I'd like to run away to the nearest Tim Hortons with you
and see all the poor old ladies working the graveyard shift there
and order something wacky, to give them a story they could tell about the night to their tired and groggy families the next day.
Maybe I'd wear my horns for them. They must see all kinds of weirdos like me when they're working that job.

4:24.
No one at my door.
No one I can phone,
no, I'm all alone.

Alone to think, drink, and blink.
Nothing alcoholic for me though, thanks, I'm driving tonight.
It's hard enough to look for the map, navigate AND drive at the same time without any alcohol in your system.

It's now 4:25
the world is just barely alive
and with no one to hear my crackling voice
I can now sing aloud.

I can free myself this time
I can be free to waste my time
I can be free enough to...
to...
to what?

How are you supposed to behave at this time of day?
Is there etiquette and protocol?
If there is, I'd like to see it.

I suppose... I suppose I should get to bed. Get to sleep.
But I just don't WANT TO!
It feels so good to be up and around when no one else is.
It's like you can do anything, and no one is going to bother you about it.
You could lay into a colouring book and not colour in the lines,
and not colour outside the lines,
but colour the lines themselves
and no one would be standing over your shoulder going
'Nuh uh, you can't do that.'
No one at all.
I've always thought the lines themselves could use a little more colour to them.

You know what the only problem is?
The only problem is,
there's also no one to share my crayons with.

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