Bliss

One moment I am bestowed with happiness, the next with abysmal sorrows

Only mayhem around me when I dream about morrows

Often, I feel the chills of waters so deep but appearing shallow

That I miss all the pouring colours of the soothing rainbow

Always groping for a way out of the labyrinth of these grey shadows

Seldom could I find the desired lush meadows

Seeing a ray of light leading to mazes, each with a luring amiss

I play the odes of agony to find the traits that pave my way to eternal bliss

I still play all allay.