One random night in a bus while travelling..

I would rather look at the view outside and take it in,
Before I let my miseries sink in.
I would rather go up the light house and observe the sea,
Before I let my miseries sink in.
I would rather run around and chase a bumblebee,
Before I let my miseries sink in.

So when the miseries hit me at last,
I would still have this cherished past,
It would make me numb to the pain,
Its raining miseries so let it rain,
These cherished memories would not go in vain,
Despite the acerbic raindrops;
I shall be safe and sane.