NETHERMOST HOURS

We ponder our thoughts in the lush greens,
Envision of things that none has seen.
Lost in the future with no one to hold,
Mislaying the present as life unfolds.

Infernos and oceans are immensely deep holes,
Everyday, with unbound faith, we pray for our lost souls.
Cursing our wretched luck in the midst of our bedlam,
Losing the worth of life like a menacing venom,
Cursing every single thing that comes our way,
Even merry turns into gloomy days.

When the disheartened sun won't shine,
When the moon aligns in a different line,
When the stars dim their light,
Under the skies that never shine so bright

Maybe, looking around we find a clue,
Out of nowhere, out of the blue!
There'll be something that'll guide our path,
Taking you away from your own wrath.
That would lead your lost soul to you,
After the mayhem a gentle dew.