Musing

Every night he would sit by the window

And gaze into the never-ending night

The lights from the next building

Illuminated the entire sky

But all he felt was darkness inside

Like he was getting pulled down

By unknown forces of his mind

Tired of the constant struggle he would close his eyes

And as the cold breeze caressed his face

He would hear the soothing music

Coming from the neighbour's house

And like every other night he would fall asleep peacefully

Unaware of the cosmic forces 

Which wanted him 

To find his lost self again

And breathe life into his dead soul!