When Melancholy Strikes...

Lights off.
12:28am on my watch.
Everybody's found rest along with a summer rain.
Inside my room, listening to somber music.
Everything was darkness,
Except for the bogus light that came from an entity brought about by human intelligence.
I looked at the mirror and I can't see my self.
Seriously, I can't see the real me.
Perhaps due to the ambiance's saturation.
I looked again.
I recognized a different person.
I saw a gush of tears.
Copious emotions were coming out of that person's soulful eyes.
Would you tell me who I am?
Would you tell me where I have been?
And please, tell me what I have become, would you?
I was trying to understand what had happened, but I failed.
I tried to recollect from the past but it's just purely contrite thoughts I was getting.
When will realization come into existence?
Would it take longer than the time for a theory to become a law?
I wish it wouldn't because I want it now. I need it now.
But that's the way it is, as whispered by a psyche of nowhere inside me.
I need to get through a lot of sacrifices.
A lot of proof should be defended.
I wish I just have to draw a line.
I wish it's just as candid as singing a song.
I wish I could have just listened to a subtle violin passage.
Oooh how I wish it could be as easy as that and everything will be all right...