Unlike those usual coming night,
it was deep dark with so much fight,
Fighting myself, with so much flooded thoughts,
The thoughts that eventually get caught,
Like those struggling fish in the fisher net.
That particular thought wrestle’s in my loitering mind, so hard
Against every walls of height and width
even in the pits of stomach and all over beneath the skin
Nothing could help myself to get away,
In blink to an end it was left with no further choices for the way:
Ways to keep calm and awake with joys.
And the songs of loneliness like those who search for light when get in burrow.
The midnight was so silent,
Silent except for the moving train that screeches,
And those thoughts that rumble in my mind,
like thousand thunders that vibrate the earth
Till to the morning rooster crows.