The symphony lead by the cricket does nothing to soothe me anymore.
Lying on the bed, tossing and turning like a dried leaf being raked.
When did a good night sleep become a indulgence that happens one in a blue moon?
Maybe all I need was fresh air to clear my crowded head.
Basking under the gentle moonlight and breathing in the cold night's air.
Were there so many stars up in the sky every night?
Their brightness struck me and aroused my jealousy.
Why couldn't I shine like that down here?
Since when did my brightness got shrouded my life's problems?
I could be a light in the darkness you know.
Looks like I still have my naive thoughts.
Naive doesn't mean it's not the truth.
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