The starry night,
the hue of colors in the evening,
the strands of light peeking
through the window in the morning,
never meant that much.
To us
who aimlessly walk
to reach a future
that isn’t written yet.
Endless demands,
dreamless lives,
hateful screams
echoes through the night.
Helplessness slowly creeps onto our mind.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
The starry night,
the hue of colors in the evening,
the strands of light peeking
through the window in the morning,
never meant that much.
To us
who aimlessly walk
to reach a future
that isn’t written yet.
Endless demands,
dreamless lives,
hateful screams
echoes through the night.
Helplessness slowly creeps onto our mind.