Every night,
With me I fight.
Even when I am out of guidance,
I can find it in this silence.
Every day a question new,
I try my best to answer a few.
Puzzled as always,with no clue,
I walk under this blanket blue.
Figures in the sky,the constellations,
Have always been my fascination.
Cause,whenever I try for near perfection,
They push me towards introspection.
Witnessing the sky turn black,
Wishing that someday I can turn things back.
Gazing at the stars that shine,
Hoping that one day I can make him mine.
Staring at the stary sky...
Brooding about the things that one can't buy.
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