If you ask me what happens
After three
I'd say

The new wedded couple
Is trying to calm their baby
After seventy hours
Of crying

The happiest
Zombies
The world will ever see

While the broken ones
Are still trying to figure out
How life gets there

Stuck between what could've been
And what will never be

When
Some young souls
Are still looking for meaning
In clubs
With paths to figure out
And feelings to talk about,

The olds
Wake up every fifteen
Trying their hardest to reach
The toilet
Before it's too late

But the smart ones
Are still on their date
With books and equations

Finding happiness
In unusual places

And oh
The righteous ones
Are praying their heart out
Leaning towards the floor
Whispering gently

The sincerest
Lovers

I'd say
A lot happens
After three

Then there's me,
Snoring like a hog.