Ive always had a feeling
A halt of clarity in the golden times
When i realise that it cant last for ever.

And ill try to guess what it will be
When it will greet me
I find myself the same in times of trial
Wondering when the golden will greet me again
What will greet me.

You see, Thats the nature of life beautiful or cruel
We must learn to be comforted by change.