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As twilight calls curtain, to end the day,
I feel so small, I tower among ants
Whilst I reckon my faults from where I lay
For nightly rest, while regret even rants;
The bells at dusk, now toll for glory lost,
To mourn the passage of a chance gone by,
My ego riles, upon counting the cost
Of shoring heaven for a higher sky;
And now, the ill winds blow, though not the norm,
When luck bestows its grace, none is assured,
The best to rise up to the raging storm,
Might be to kiss the ground, footwork secured;
.......Until the good times, in the morning light,
.......For yet, another day, another fight

My ego riles, upon counting the cost
Of shoring heaven for a higher sky;

This line pertains to the feeling of one when depressed when people would say that the sky has fallen down on such a soul. Hence, my statement of shoring heaven for a higher sky.