Before I sleep
Before I sleep1 min 209 1 min 209
After a regular day,
I have a long night before me, and
I am tired.
Tried, probably, of the sense of an accomplishment,
that smile of content;
Or maybe tired of being downhearted.
Fixing this feeling, I make promises;
some to keep, some to break.
At the end of the day,
My feelings are my own guests.
Happy or sad - it is the spice of life.
I can only see the darker sky, bitterly;
Or maybe only the shining stars, sweetly,
(often when I wear my specs)
With the thought of so much to do and so much to achieve, off I go to sleep.
Next day, the history does repeat!
But it gets better day by day, night by night; little by little.