In the quiet whispers of the night,
Time weaves an intricate tale,
Of moments fleeting, swift in flight,
As lifeâs lanterns begin to pale.
Shadows cast by the setting sun,
Reflect the passage of our days,
Each breath a countdown begun,
In this ephemeral, transient maze.
Memories etched in fragile minds,
Fade like echoes in the wind,
Leaving behind the truths we find,
As existence and oblivion blend.
Embrace the mortal dance we share,
For in its fleeting nature lies,
The beauty of moments rare,
Before we bid our final goodbyes.