Calling upon the stars and the moons,
I shouted from distance, no you're not so bright.
Oh that's a bit too much of a hyperbole.
Staring at the receding cerulean colors of the sky,
I thought, "Why?"
In the end I feel too tired to wander and wonder.
Enough, cussing this irony.
Enough, just enjoy this irony.
For I am one to be none.
It's a brand new day, people.
But it promises nothing new.
It's a brand new day,
growing and closer to wither away.