telling you it's the middle of the night.
You walk down the stairs in the dark,
quiet and desolate.
A sunglasses hanged in your pale nose,
but you still decided to come downstairs.
Although you know you need concentration,
that sunglasses still plastered firmly there.
You fell hard,
and took the darkness to blame.
Alas, you blamed the situation,
when the fault is the man in the mirror.
Whereas you can stop the fall,
when you leave that sunglasses to rot,
when you can walk down carefully,
in the clear sight of your eyes in the murk.
I wish you can see clear as crystal,
that there is a rift waiting for you to claw.
That illuminate your way through the darkness,
without you wearing the sunglasses.
Please, take away that sunglasses for awhile,
and let the silver lining guides you.
Walk down slowly, carefully,
because you are porcelain worth all the currencies.