No easy ways;
How to console myself from these hard lines phase!
I drag myself to the balcony,
Where there’s no one to criticise my melancholy!
Looked up in the sky,
To search for a solution I’m passing by.
But, the nights are not pacing;
Making my bad dreams more tracing.
The moon hits me up,
And convinces not to give up!
I stand for hours,
Glaring at the stars.
Twinkling stars and the shining moon;
Gives me a sign of an optimistic indication.
But, the dark sky,
And the trees so high;
Confesses me the hard lines I’m passing by!