End Of The Day

If I've learnt something

From the million mistakes I made,

It is not to stay up late;

Coz good things don't come to

Those who wait, or stay up late

Or believe in predetermined fate

Good things come to those

Who don't like to wait

For 'it's a waste of time

Chasing something uncertain'

Believing good is yet to come

Only hurts you much and more,

And so it's better to not

Live the life of the night bird

That waits to hunt mice of the day.

'This night is good' is good

'That night will be better' is not!

Everything seems open to you

Happiness, good times, merry

But you yourself are shut in

Enclosed in a cage, with bars

Made of blunt uncertainty

And so I say, hope doesn't heal

It's just like a sleeping pill.

Therefore, at the end of the day

I've learnt not to wait for 'good'

At the end of the day

Because if you do, you think

Good things will come in the end

And when the time comes, you find

That it isn't the end of the day yet.

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04-07-2016