In the golden hour, where day meets night,
Fickle mind wanders off, like a stray kite.
Yearning for the little joys of the past,
Lost in time that flew too fast.

In a pursuit of mirage they call ‘happiness’,
Life plunges into a race, brutal and merciless.
Peace takes a backseat, stress takes the wheel,
Living becomes a desire, survival an ordeal.

Changing course often, stumbling along the way,
Life paces with time, every single day.
Soul craves tranquility, body pleads rest,
Yet life moves on, like an endless quest.

Every once in a while, life takes a pause,
Looking back at the long forgotten cause.
Unfolds a trove of sweet memories,
Silently slipping into pleasant reveries.

Albeit, the wheel of time continues to spin,
Life gets back on its feet, striving hard to win.
Hopeful of a light at end of the tunnel,
Life goes on through a perpetual hustle.