As the day burns out, it wanders into the silence of the night
Tired as it grows, defying the vicissitudes of life
A faint reflection of the waning moon to guide my thoughts,
I used to tell myself, when going got tough,
Someday, this will end, the sun will shine upon.
Not that I failed, or had a stroke of bad luck,
In the wars that I lost, and the battles heart won.
Sometimes we tend to get so busy with our lives that we nearly forget how the much awaited weekend came, stayed along, and…