Every night, as it comes, brings in me a soft regret, a regret for things I missed, of learning things, I couldn't discover today, things which slipped out of my grasp, things I could fathom today.
There is but one solace.
Tomorrow will be a new day and I shall get to quench my thirst some more; tomorrow I shall sit by the window and gaze at the stars some more, imagining of places far away, of mysteries yet to be unveiled, images yet to be seen.
And that gives give me some peace and let me sleep.. Even if for a little while..
For time is short and fickle.. it slips before I can catch it..
There is but one solace.
Tomorrow will be a new day and I shall get to quench my thirst some more; tomorrow I shall sit by the window and gaze at the stars some more, imagining of places far away, of mysteries yet to be unveiled, images yet to be seen.
And that gives give me some peace and let me sleep.. Even if for a little while..
For time is short and fickle.. it slips before I can catch it..
