Before the rising of the sun
Laying there in clusters
Deriving so much comfort in little
Trying to forget what it ever felt like
Growing up with a silver spoon
Hoping against hope for better
Jotting on blank pages
Careless things unkept
Counting the stars
Memorising it's numbers on a starless sky
Noticing the dark clouds
Plaguing our minds with pleasant thoughts
Quarrels and argument
Soft stone hand shake
Received in quiet pretense and hidden intents
Vast landscape to look upon
Wasting time that was never owned
Yearning for more than what's already given
