Light from a candle at bedside,
Cool breeze blown from spinning blades,
Harmonized notes played through the night,
I lay back to rest my head on a feathered canvas,
Stress is leaving because of surrounding forces,
My eyes start to close as my mind opens up,
Free,
An incoherent state alleviates the pain,
Worries and troubles are unclaimed baggage,
Awakened by sirens of time,
The day is to be played again,
And my troubles are to be picked up,
When will it all escape,
A one syllable word ruins a whole life,
Stress
