We have our whitewashed secrets
of adventures and mishaps.
As we peered at the sunset
of people who seemed like
summer,
we were clueless about what
is in the horizon.
Could we now be living
our lives as if everyday is a Monday,
now that the weather has gotten gloomy?
But dear, stick with me,
be always your daydreaming self,
I promise I will try to be
your morning cup of coffee
that would get you through each day.