Looking into the sunset I can't help but notice
that despite her her beauty,
a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky.
Deep inside you realize that this day is gone,
and everything that it had brought is lost forever.
Every thought, every action, every dream, every hope,
every sight, every sound is gone.
There is no chance of every being returned the same,
exactly the same.
For every moment has a limit to what it can capture,
Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve.