Every night resting low on my cradle,
I find myself being lost
at the place I never wanted to be.
Lots of uncertainty in my thoughts,
What if I was not here?
Does this change the way I am?
 
Moments of fate playing roughly
Laughing on mistakes of my life.
Is it showing me the path,
the way I should be or
This is what I choose to be.
 
I am Confused and messed up.
I wish, this to be just a nightmare.
But, I could never wake up,
at the time I had before.
Trying hard to glimpse the beautiful morning,
Pretending to make it possible again.
But only success to make fool of myself.
 
This is My Night that will be always with me
Questioning & Questioning,
Embracing loads of thought in my empty Mind.