And I woke up this morning

And I woke up this morning,
With spirits devoid of joy and sleep,
Pondered instinctively about the fate,
Wondered if the shower could discolor,
If the soap could clean,
If the foam could wipe away,
The emptiness in me.
And I woke up this morning,
With feelings of eternal blues,
Feared if solitude was a visitor,
Wondered if the darkness could float away,
If the gel could unblemish,
If the warm water could befriend,
The lonesomeness in me.
And I woke up this morning,
With the clamor of a ring,
With the jangle of a song,
Assured that it will uplift me,
Ensnared by its rhapsody,
What hope sprawled in its creation,
And happiness sprinkled in the drum.
Finally a song that could wash away
The loneliness in me.