My night appears to be tomorrow,
This day is my best possibility,
For this is the day of my life that calls
And acquits me, it confidently plays
On my beatitude.
My night is a day of the dark sight,
Sides of the square are four,
But the night has ten, and they converge
For my own life to be asleep.
Many sides to ruin await me,
These jeerers are joking at me,
My night escalates into red and blue
Light, then the green side forbids,
So alacrity takes its facet.
I have to control the life of sides,
Little life is a sanctuary of the mind,
Inner peace may be with you for some time,
So let the life take sides with the good goal.
Topic(s) of this poem: death,night,today