Wrapped with the blanket of darkness
Listening to the medley of insect songs
Flashback of the day’s events playing
Repetitive script and the same actors
Interspersed with very few comic relief
Jaded sameness and the futile acting
Going through the motions everyday
Night does not inspire a new plot
Looking at the quietness of the night
Gives some solace to the hurried life
Trying hard to script something new
Surrendering to the night for some hope
When the curtain will lift within
Revealing the dawn of a new beginning