The sun sinks slowly into it's den;
The once blue sky is turning red;
The rays were bright back then;
And moon will rise instead.
With cool winds brushing my hair;
It's time to relax and unwind;
And play a game of solitaire;
Or meditate with fixed mind.
But distraction of unsure future;
And mistakes of gloomy past;
Will I be able to move ahead sooner;
As minutes of this lifetime last ?
My feet tingles on touch of the wet grass;
And I know this time will pass;
