Nokturn

When the sun rises and the world gets enveloped in the warm colour of the glaring sun, no one is hiding.
Nobody loses precious moments in the shine of the brightest star.
It gives life, it gives happiness, it gives the will to stand.
But the caves are dark.
So dark that night and day seem mix up.
Is it morning already?
Is it bedtime?
Is this a nocturne and its cold aura is swallowing me slowly?
Am I getting out of a life that I have never got to know, neither have I ever truly Iived?