Master of emotions.

When we stretch our emotions,
To the distant horizon,
Our hearts have drowned in
And trot ahead of the road,
That was long left untrodden…

The reminiscent eyes of yesterday,
That once gleamed with joy,
Has unfolded the melancholy for today.

Or perhaps, the melting dusk shall swallow the gloom-
In its utter darkness,
For the morning to open up,
With awakened drops of dew lingering on the palm of the leaves.

And shall there be no salty tears of hopelessness
To rely upon,
Conquering the hopes of the day.
For then, we shall all be the masters of our emotions!