Hour glass

There are days where I want to do nothing.
To sit under an old, big tree and just smile,
Make my time worthwhile.

Our time on this planet, in this lifetime, is limited.
Just as a draining hourglass, we're slowly fading away.

All our hopes and dreams will be of the past, leaving nothing but memory and stats

And when that hourglass' last pebble of sand drops, ever so calmly,
It is then that all the life will slowly drain away,like a beautiful emerging sun set.

All dreams, feelings and memories will slowly disappear, perhaps, forever.
Leaving but the trace of what once was, what could have been.

So, in this lifetime, I want nothing less than to be;,To be a single curious beam of light in a world fulm of grey dullness.
To fill the night sky with Blissful moon light.
And to live like the next pebble to drop is to be my last.