Cloudy Morning

Cloudy Morning...

These days grow bleak. The air is but haze. The skys, usually grey. A dark veil shrouds the sun. The land is scorched. The tides turn against us.

The transient beings of Earth continue trading pleasure and pain.

But, there are those who seek more out of their existence. They are in fact, looking for eternity. A final paradise where timeless bliss prevails perhaps.

Inevitable as the last beat and breath. Period