In The quiet of the night, I sit all alone,
a thousand questions thrown at me, by someone unknown.

Questions about me, questions about life,
questions to answer, for so long I strive.

Of all the years I've lived, I sit down and think,
my past, present, future, all I try to link.

What did I, What do I and what will I get?
just this very thought, makes my eyes wet.

I try not to think, of what can't be,
but it seems from past, I just can't flee.

I get up and put on my favourite song,
a melody not heard, in so long.

Surprisingly its not so special anymore,
as though a fish has come to the shore.

I feel so taken, with all I feel inside,
its too much for tonite, "leave it" I decide.

I close my eyes and I'm off to sleep,
lost very soon, in my dreams so deep.

Same old questions, even haunt me there,
"Run away" I say, but to Where?

Expectations to fulfill, Promises to keep,
"Will I be able to?" I think with grief.

"Yes you can" Angel voices say,
"You'll get through, just work hard and pray"

May be it won't be that bad after all,
isn't Confusion a mountain, that rises and falls..?

                                 -Bijal-