In this dark night of Thursday,
I am sitting looking out of the window,
While the music plays becoming my friend,
My mind wanders through the memory road,
A road where everything appears,
Seemingly never stop,
This is the road when my feelings are counted too,
Feelings of longing the old days,
When now seems faraway,
Reason is I am in the present,
The road keeps forwarding,
I have to be awake,
Line of smile, the line of me,
On this road, my life is welcoming me.

-BlueRainbow3117-