Night

Light fades, night falls,
Moments of the day, he recalls,
Puts his hands onto his head,
Aghast, a feeling of dread.

Much to do, much less time,
Ladder of progress, cannot climb.
A lopsided grin, a feigned smile,
Stuck between the paths, in the aisle.

Umpteen attempts made and failed
Along the wind, he had sailed.
Ever-wondering, wandering is the heart
Ruminate wisely before you start.

In the cold, dead of the night,
A war is waged, to decide who is right,
Desire from Aptitude, stands on different pole,
But they don't realize, winning as a whole.