In The Lonely Hour

He walks the street,
aimlessly searching for tranquil.
Patiently observing natures fleet
as it unleashes its wonders.

That eventide…
The kind that forces a grin out,
The kind that lets the mind slide,
to a peaceful and beautiful site.

Darkness bows after this,
as it always at the sight of light.



Why does happiness fade fast while sadness loom?

Why does the universe stick to changing times when one just want to live that moment forever?

Why can’t I have what I want and get away with it?