A melody, a beautiful symphony would occupy my mind and soul as I awaken in the morning, but lately a new song plays and fills the atmosphere. This is a song not from my heart but from where I stand, it is the racket I hear in my environment, it is a cry made by a mourner. I hear  the beat of my heart replaced by the monotonously noisy gongs and clinging cymbals, my laughter has been overpowered by wailing from souls. I see a dark cloud protruding in the sky, a pack of vultures hovering above overhead. I might be hallucinating, lost in thought or holding on to what has passed. I could have closed my eyes because the rays of the sun are hurting my eyes. I could be watching someone else's life unfold, maybe the sun is just setting and it will rise again tomorrow. I could be colouring this bad... I guess only time will tell, for now I will await . Hoping ,believing and dreaming about a brighter day tomorrow.