the day starts with the sun, the night with the moon, the length of one day goes by too soon. the light of our days leave us happy and gay, but as darkness descends our elations decay. the darkness a reminder that we'll all meet an end that we're unafraid we cannot pretend. IT's the train in the tunnel we can't see but hear, a chill down the spine as we seize up in fear, the vibrations grow stronger, the train is near, an imminent fate so we cry our last tear. why must we worry about things we can't change, its outcome fixed, we can't rearrange. an incessant need to ignore and deny, our preservation instincts insist that we lie. we rely on happiness to get through this life, to brighten the dark times filled with trouble and strife. keep hold of the things that make you smile, cast away such thoughts that call themselves vile, immerce yourself into the state of denile and maybe you'll live for awhile.

Jamie Quarles