The day moves past, sunset atlast!
The cold beautiful night awaits...
The day had its share of the fireball sun,
The cool moon light rushes through the gate.
The night moves to darkness, wilderness spreads...
The roads takes on the silent glee...
Then the moon decides to hide, behind a spare cloud
and that adds to the enchanting mystery.
The night stretches on, the silence begins to deafen...
We begin our wait for the golden ball to rise!
The cold boring night must pass away now...
change is something we must not be denied!
We actually dont know what we really want...
Do we want the sun and all the forced activity?
Or do we want night to remain in the darkness...
and all that goes with the inactivity?
We change our minds ever so often,
we can never choose or decide for sure,
Given a choice we stand up like puppets,
waiting for the task to be endured.
- SJ
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