Remedy.

Every other day I strive to solve the mysteries presented by the present day.

Somedays I ask some to join my way and together our troubles we’ll lay.

Hoping they’ll become my day and unlike the Sun they’ll shine night and day.

Most have nothing to say. They only grumble and find their way away.

My mind buzzes therefore from confusion as I get compelled to sit and watch the play.

My heart then burns from all these attempts that leave me bullied and gray.

Then I slowly come to realize of the grand scheme finally coming to play.

For me every word uttered is a symphony,

A remedy for the parts greatly blistered by acts of melancholy.

~Koome Manyara~