Life

The night is still young they say,
hoping it will forever stay,
but big illusions lie ahead of the dreamer,
praying to see three suns in the morning does the believer,
the optimist hopes it will be the best day ever,
the pessimist thinks there will be some crappy weather,
the idealist thinks the day will revolve around him,
the atheist remains in silence and accepts the black hymn.
The morning has almost come,
all of them are tired and kind of feel numb.
With no force in their body and mind,
they beg sorry and cry out their pride.
Lying on their bed with some kind of fear,
they're closing their eyes feeling the morning is near,
thinking and smiling about the night they've spent,
without realizing it, their smiles have blent.
None of them,
had seen the night again.