The light is switched on,
the darkness starts to set in,
starts to diminish the day,
and starts to take over therein.
No matter how perfect a day turns out,
with all the ecstasy and raptures we face
or the depths of the enjoyment and joy
the day grants,
there’s nothing we can do,
to avoid,
its’ demise;
it’s all just momentary,
it’s all powerless.
Nothing can stop,
the darkness from engulfing
and stealing the life
of a beautiful and joyous day.
Regardless of how much you want
a special moment to last,
it’s death is inevitable.
The circumstances don’t matter,
the end is always round the corner;
inflexibly unavoidable.
