I am prone to lose from very beginning
What I look forward disappears occasionally
I keep imagining in the mornings
Seek for capturing afternoon
When the evening comes out
The shadows I demand to grasp
Engulfed in the dark
Even though there begins hope in every wakening
I am also towards writing something
Bright, delicious,
Some visuals in the conscious level
Gives the insight about the unhappiness
I don't know whether it happens
That I have a day without considering
The around as a wild and cruel
But I am pretty sure of it
The plum is tasteful and sour
The coffee is great to discover
