How is it in this twilight hour, Twixt bed and sleep, I have the power, To relive all the things I've done, The arguments I've lost and won, How do the cells within my head, Remember every word I've said, The tunes to all the songs I've sung, Or tried to sing when I was young. In this short hour I can remember Awful times, and moments tender, In my dream I can run so fast, Oh how I wish this hour could last But come the dawn I won't recall, Anything I've done at all, Or anything I've still to do, Does this happen yet to you? It will one day when you are old And start to feel the winters cold, No more then the twilight planning, Tomorrows jobs and workload manning.
Reason for writing:
A twilight reverie
Birth sign: Virgo
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