Not like life, when it's the end, it's the end The sun will set, yet it will rise again The lost opportunities can be rendered tomorrow But, the same sequence will never show
Enjoy the clouds while they're at fleet The patterns will never aver again repeat Be open to the opportunities that knock Like a rock, once thrown, they'll never come back
Regrets, nostalgias, and broken dreams surround As the pink skies are swallowed by dark clouds When the day comes to an end It remind things in this world are transient.
Wrote this poem while looking at the sunset when the pink skies are slowly swallowed by the gray mushy clouds.