During the
day,
Your game plan
is on,
You are
busy ‘being’ and ‘doing’,
But in the
stillness of the night,
All the
lies that you live,
Creep up slowly
back in sight,
You despair
cause
It’s then
that you realize,
You can
fool the whole world,
But your
conscience knows,
No matter
what you do,
Or portray,
It knows all
the cracks and crevices,
Every broken
piece,
Of your
soul,
But it
tells you to hang on,
Cause the
darkest night,
Brings the brightest
morning,
You want to
argue,
And contend
with it,
“What if I
stay at the Nordic Region?
Where the
sun may not ascent?!”
It reminds
you gently,
Even if you
are in the Nordic region,
There will soon
be a time,
When the sun
will eventually shine,
So on and
so forth,
The show
goes on!
