Someday when all the doors of hope closes
and you find yourself in a labyrinth of misfortunes
Someday when gazing at the moonlit sky changes into constant stare at your colourless ceiling
When an expressionless face is all you can see in the mirror
and keep wondering how everything seems to be in peace while you are torn into pieces
Then my friend....
I won't say things are gonna be fine
rather I'd say just wail and cry over a sip of wine
yell the hell out of you , let everything seem undivine
because things are definitely not gonna be fine.
However, things are going to change
and it will all be very strange.
So, just set fire to your forest , let it burn
shatter all your dreams, let it not concern
just count the stars if you can't touch the sky
for at the end this Earth is yours
and you can weave an entire garden to fly.
© Rafiya waris