the night so cold,
its blunt and so does the surrounding atmosphere unfolds,
into a different zone where the silence gets evenly old.
I stared on the empty ceiling of my room
and though the light is bright, I think I’ll just assume
that my life is not path with the history clock
and thinking why isn’t my life working the way it wanted ,maybe cause its blocked.
After thinking throughout, what i think might be about
I take a good look, deep breaths i let out
Look back at others,unfortunate what they went through
things that I didn’t really got caught into.
So I rest my case down,
cause life has its way and it will turn around
there’s mountains to climbs and there’s time to jump of a waterfall
and so i take that as life’s greatest gift cause I treasure it all.