Overshadowed...

Why is the night, past some days, perturbing me? How come the days aren't as bright as they were?

The days unwillingly pass by, the nights display stern refusal.

Every night is an unanticipated gloom. Every morning, an overshadowed hope.

Today, the sun is shining brightly. It is, like everyday, talking to me, rebuking at me.

It is a bright sunny day. Yet there is nothing the sun can do.

Nothing seems right. Perhaps nothing is.

As my mind races past, I wonder...

Why am I not being able to compete with it? Why can't I look into it?

Darkness prevails at night. Why let it surmount my thoughts, my deeds, my vision during the day?

Darkness might just be an indication to light, moon might be the forcast of the next day.

And hence, tomorrow would be another day.

The sun would come up yet again. It will perhaps shine even more brightly, just into my eyes and ask the same question.

But this time it will be I who will answer.

This time, I would arise before the rising.