Defined by nights and not by years,
The most lingering and untouchable fear.
We wait for the moments but blink and they’re gone.
We live so fast but not for that long.
We are uncontrollable, wild and stray.
But even the most vibrant of colours eventually turn grey.
As handsome memories cloud my mind,
I look but am clueless to what I’m trying to find.
Living to the beat of a much calmer drum.
A time with more years than nights yet to come.