A Prisoner's Song

It's dusk. You're standing in your terrace looking out at the horizon. The sun has long set. Now, just moments remain before you're enveloped by darkness. Staring into infinity in the direction of the last vestiges of light, you wonder. You ask yourself "What have I accomplished today?". You get an instant answer, but where does it fit in the larger scheme of things? What difference has it made to your life? And before you realise it, you know its too late. The shadows that had lengthened are now no more. All you are left with is your pityful plight and the darkness of the night..............

A prisoner of the ebb and flow
of time, of emotions high and low,
I see the fading light
I look on over dwindling hopes,
I gaze at the sorrow, so enchanting
as day ceases into night

I hear the winds of darkness blow,
the crickets chirp, the evil grow
Yet I deny its invading might
Braving, till tomorrow, I fight
'Cause hope will dawn, I know
I'm just a prisoner of this ebb and flow.

This isn't me. Its the work of my much lamer alter-ego who takes over at times. May be he's overstaying his lease. Need to kick him out, soon enough.