The Sunlight was sneaking through
the cracks of a closed window,
A new day was about to brew,
Colouring the sky in hues of a primrose.
I sat back on my bed
Too comfortable to start the new day
Longing the night which into the dawn had bled
Like always, as if it has no other way.
The clock was ticking by
as it owned every second
The world goes by the things they dealt
T'was from small moves, thoroughly reckoned
At that time I couldn't imagine how small I felt.
The tight lipped smiles and the life they aced
The decisions were just black and white
Though there's no good or evil in my place,
But gray shadows of what my past has remained

The sky then was grounded behind angry clouds
Like a strict guardian it roared with frustration
With heavy tears as the sky frowned
It rained down with agitation
The hostile weather and the wasted weekend
The raindrops were racing down my window
As the start of the day was scarred
I try to hide away from the cynicism
But my optimistic self makes me laugh so hard.
Or could the hostility be
towards what's down here
As we try to have our name on it engraved
Towards what positions we cheer
For by having success a title is craved.
The clock was ticking by
as it owned every second
The world goes by the things they dealt
T'was from small moves, thoroughly reckoned
At that time I couldn't imagine how small I felt.