Oh, It’s night.
It was a typical night,
Night where we prepare eventually.
I crashed my tired body in bed,
But my soul wants to slumber instead.
And I heard the rains tickling the roof,
The beats have distinction.
For I am all ears, I heard silence.
There was a sudden blockade.
And I was pretending.
For I am hearing but disregarding.
Noises were everywhere, unstoppable.
Then I ran outside with desire.
I yearn for this night's knight.
Be sheltered and guarded.
As I hold back fighting the clamors,
I learned I was my own knight.
It is a time of introspection and quiet reflection, when the mysteries of existence seem to unfold before us. The night serves as a reminder of the vastness of the cosmos and the brevity of our lives within it.
