With the rise of the morning sun,
the four white walls glow pearl,
the warmth of the rays- so comforting,
cradling me deeper into the bed.
And stronger the light burns,
waking me up- I need more sleep,
dragging myself forwards, I press play and the day proceeds.
Every strike of the hand, at every digit the stick lands,
doesn’t matter what night or what day,
yesterday remains a replica of today.
Is it bad, or good or have I gone insane,
the smiles are true, and the tears genuine,
there is love and hate, and everything in between,
but still the mirror hold someone forgotten.
Changes are welcomed- it’s a difference,
another four walls, the midnight is cooling,
the noises are new, and feeling are too,
yet still the hours are unfamiliar but known.
there is no giving up, the mornings are warm.
in the evening cold I keep it all calm,
none confessions to me made, none begs to be said,
the world doesn’t revolve just around my self.
Sacrifices for me weigh heavier than my own,
eyes of mine- I have blinded them before,
sufferings are obvious for pleasures of now,
the cage made of freedom is heaven on ground.