Middle of the night and the music of silence clouded slowly,
No one is around, it`s just him.
Lying his back in bed, staring at the ceiling blankly,
Thoughts came rushing inside his head unexpectedly.
Different scenes crosses his mind,
Don`t know if he would just ignore it or what?
There are so many `what ifs` running inside,
Even the diagram of the comparison and contrast will not understand.
A night full of shed tears,
Trying the to make it shut, none should be shown
For tears is a word
When mouth can't talk
Emotions keep coming
As he continue to overcome the downfall
Misery, disappointments and anxiety
Flows like a strong current in the river
Things went wrong if decided wrong
Decision would be light if its right
Same goes when we`re alone
We just needed a peaceful and silent place for a word.