When the Night Comes

“What’s the point of chasing time?
It is never-ending and it would be like
A dog trying to catch its tail.”

But here I am doing the exact same thing
That past me scoffed upon,
When I have been wanting to do the opposite. 

Here I am not wanting to sleep
For sleeping meant that the day ends
And when the day ends it actually means nothing… 

All I need is to be awakened with smiles
Instead of fighting against my heavy eyelids,
And listening to my jumpy mind. 

As of now, a day is just a day
Another day is just another chapter.
It should end in suspension… 


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