My temper like morning moon
and evening sun,
is switching moods and ruining fun
My morning prayers losing rhymes
Time's slipping away but it's fine
The golden thread that embroidered the darkest of my nights
Now losing its glint under the brightest of the lights
Is there a way out of this abyss,
i have been freefalling for eternity?
I wish i could turn this bane to a bliss,
for years i have been craving for sovereignty..