Time

A pessimistic view on a new day from the moment you wake.

Time

The sky brightens like the night,

But instead it is the morn.

 

A new day

Destroys the night

And brings out the pain you were suppressing.

 

Go out and breathe the air

You shall feel alone,

Alas, alone is peace--

And peace, falls with the moon.

 

The time between

Night and day

Is a suspended state.

 

Memories can be lost

But sadly, come back

On the sun's time.