Destined To See A Totally Different Sight
A few eyes are destined to see a totally different sight.
Some are blessed for watching the moon-light,
And a few are habituated to seeing the obscurity among the star’s night.
Some are given the chance to enjoy all the season,
And a few have to spend their life only in the autumn.
Some are filling their ears with a melodious song,
And a few are listening to the wolves-howls all night long.
Some are preparing for their evenings to be rock,
And a few are waiting outside the graveyard to unlock.
Some are blowing off the candles and holding their partner’s hands,
And a few are still holding on to the pyre ashes tightly with both hands.
Some are soothed by the wind caressing their skin,
And a few are trying to win the whirlpool haunting within.
Some are singing the lullaby with all the emotion,
And a few are happy with the voices echoing inside their mortification.