The rain knocks on my window,
In the middle of an abysmal sleep.
Dreams shattered and broken,
I wake up again and not the first.
So up in the sky,
And when they fly they look so small.
I cannot speak for I have lost words,
For you have changed & I am left bewildered.
I cannot walk for I have lost hope,
Everyday a new beginning,
A hope for a change,
A hope that lights up the soul;
Wanting to vicissitude ways
An Ambivert with a constant habit of over-analyzing situations.