[TW] Mood swing

There is something around sunset,

Passionate perpetual swings,

Gradually ending yet with polarity they sway,

Down towards the north they go and right at the irregular centre they stay; dwindling fringes stretching far away from the furthest end,

The settling sun setting up the moon,

For its abstruse boon persistent everday.

Furthermore it's the Zenith of wakefulness and beginning of sleepfullness,

Ideal time for some coffee,

A vain endeavor,

To preserve attentiveness.

And the beverage entering the body is similar to a specialist arriving up at an aging man's home with a genuine illness, slumbered in hopelessness,

But Neither life nor demise is prescribed, it's mostly sedation.

For pleasantness is not sweet,

And bitterness not so unpleasant,

It's sweet; too sweet,

So a bittersweet cup of coffee is always preferred over sweet annihilation.

- Hardik