Days Grow Old
Days Grow Old1 min 357 1 min 357
In a flurry of noises did I wake
Blinding lights pouncing on my eyes
Little did I know
Yet my imagination flew free
Slowly I began developing and growing.
Creating a deeper understanding of the world around me
I danced in the glistening rain
Ran through the peaceful fields and meadows
My wings spread and I soon left the nest.
Time flew by and life became slow
I no longer danced or leaped
I no longer ran or jumped.
I spent the blissful sunset slowly rocking in my chair
Each day was mundane yet threatening.
I felt like a burning fire, slowly dying out.
I still remember my childhood days as well as my adulthood
Soon, my eyes shrank like cotton seeds
Living out my final days
I lied down and kept my silence.
There is always an end and start.
We can't change the way fate rises or falls.