A Poetry To Life

My life has always been like a midnight firmament -- Filled with scintillating stars and melancholia. Am I a crescent moon but shrouded by the shadows? Or an isolated streetlight amidst the dystopia. I never admired the fear of the life's changing colors, Though I have witnessed the four seasons came. To be in stillness is letting the rain become arrows, But all of its thoughts were discreet to a mundane. I have always wanted to see the dawning sky, For they said it is the beginning of a tranquil life. Aren't we all suffering from the labyrinth of its own? Since our lives are like of galaxies, but intertwined.