On the darkest of nights, the mind lingers.
As you scroll through Youtube, listening to your favourite singers.
It’s when that one song, that one lyric hits you,
And nothing around you, nothing that you’ve been living with, feels true.
In the darkness of the night with mosquitoes that love to bite,
You stare through your window, looking for some ray of hope, some light.
As the clock ticks by, you realise.
That the life you’ve been living is of a pauper, it’s nothing close to your dreamy king size.
Where has the child gone? why doesn’t he dream any more?
Is that it? Has he fallen prey to the system and become its whore?
As the mind battles with the heart, the narcotics wear out.
And all that’s left in his head, is that little doubt.