With the same motion, the life went on.
The eyes were stuck in the same horizons,
A little deflection could even start a rising.
The moments and the time passed on with the same pace,
It could have been better if they could even race.
Fed up of the same mundane,
The mortal was about to go insane.
A thought pricked through his mind like a arrow struck in the heart,
What if the day and night were miles and miles apart?
He packed his holdings and travelled afar,
To the North Pole he crawled up,
And ended up, singing in a bar!