another day, another night
is this how life goes until the fortnight
i wake up everyday with ardent hope
but the situation is just getting... nope
i wanna explore the world
i'm ready for something extraordinarily bold
but why am i being repressed
from Thy liberty blessed
prisoner of experience
never to behold an amusement and a sense
i feel numb, shattered
broken self is scattered
why am i breathing in this generation?
albeit i choose not to be
another day, another night
where dreams are hidden away
soon, we will be
tomorrow's mystery