No Name Poem by Yohan Confectioner

This still night
filters some light through my half open balcony door.
the curtains dancing silently,
canoodling with light from outside.

I lie in vacant mood,
my head propped towards the maroon sky.
the raindrops tiptap
like an amplifier on a stereo.
My gentle breathes and the wavy fan add momentum
to this stillness.
Does life have a value?
what are we to do here?
live the carpe diem theme?
or aspire towards a better tomorrow?
do we live outside the box,
or in modest value, live in it?
do we chase our dreams in full hearted song
only to realise there's more,
or actually less
than that dream?
do we burst through every atom life has to offer
only to come out at the other side scarred forever?

Do we catch the light peering through,
or walk in the rain,
or see the wind choreograph the curtains waltz,
watch the fine tuned fan regulate itself in equal number,
through every breath we take.