Hope you know the best outfit when all
Is cold like a snow or extreme hot
Like the Sun is not pride nor coward?
There are times when the sky would fall down
And the ground would not be kind to hide
You from the shame, and the disaster…
There are times when nothing goes as planned
Yet the day wouldn’t end as a dream
Instead like sun, it heightens and rises.
And such times, ropes may come for the blue
Beside notes but somehow I wish you
Write poetry and change the whole story
Knowing that the tears are temporary
And suicide is no option at all
Drop the ropes, joy will come at the dawn.