Late night madness
No choice but to hurtle for silence
Getting no immediate answers
Being patient and ponders
Aesthetic things remain a beauty
Cannot find things of sincerity
Words contradict the actions
Looking at the mere reflections
Find a small space for rest
Where thinking will be of the best
A place to find serenity
To have a feeling of security
Selfishness gets no reward
Being nothing but a coward
Waiting for the coming decisions
Have to accept what can be a collision
Being somewhere forever
Getting tomorrow earlier
Knowing nothing but what pleases
Letting each pain eases
Equivocating the questions
Waiting for nothing but the seasons
Evening darkness eats the light
Has to find a place to hide
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