This is inevitable
How is this world impeccable?
Ever so incredible

Day, with such pleasure
As sun lights up our lives
Yet never we’ll experience the full leisure

As all good things must come to an end
Never to be seen again?
Do not despair, for more is there just around the bend

Night of calm and peace
Inner selves revealed
Good things come, bad things cease
However dark, we must yield
The best part, of course, is sleep