The world is lit up with the night lamps,
The leaves, the grass; the lamps light them all.
Except me; for even my shadow is bigger than me.
It is a nightmare that I am running away from,
Finding a way out of the puddle of blood i have fallen into.
My head aches as the heart beats a cruel drum
I feel so lost; for even my shadow mocks me.
The lost yesterdays and the forgotten chances
Beckon me and return to me a certain guilt.
A tale of regrets and a tale of borrowed wine glasses,
Talks to me of my ego and reminds me.
I am nothing now; even my shadow is more prominent than me.