Do nights turn to days?
Or days to night?
It matters little when you laze
Around with no hope in sight
Or work yourself ragged
Blaming it on the times
As days and nights are logged
As the same in your mind.
You seek a reprieve
Those ones you so loved
In days like ages ago,
And nights you slept deeply–
No worries or looming projects
Or sicknesses, deaths and grief,
When peace reigned supreme
And the world was at your reach
You miss the dreams you had
Of love, travel and solace
In a mental state unlike nothing
The present time offers
Where you grow wings strong
And beautiful as they spread
To explore the boundaries of time
Beyond the winds and clouds
And maybe with the travel ban, and
Not knowing what the future plans
To unleash as time passes,
Puts a toll on your mind
And tries to shred to pieces
Your essence and source of calm
You reach to the deepest part
Where you can always find relief.
