Late at night, I entered my balcony. To feel the enchanting of, The breeze and skies. The moonlight which shadowed trees. I asked myself the purpose As to why, I stand here. I was glad to answer, That many a times, Our actions don't have a purpose. Yet, it does not define. That our actions end: purposelessly. For the balcony, the deep dark night. Reminded me: the purpose of life. We aren't destined, To stand still, For a lifetime in search of light. While we ourselves, Choose the dark. The winds touched me gently and bade me, Goodbye. A goodnight actually. For it knew, I'll go back: to sleep. While dreaming the dreams. That one huge canvas, Is still unpainted. I need to sort out: the colors. And paint. The Bright Daylight.