The time has passed for new ideas,
There is a dearth of days to seize,
The sun comes up while we\'re asleep.
We take our time, there is no rush,
No one is chasing after us,
All deadlines and designs are done.
We don\'t always know the day,
Some hair is missing, some\'s gone gray,
We feel the cold inside our house,
Trees planted when we first moved in,
Now offer shade in the afternoon,
Their branches reach up to the sky.
Why things are are so, we cannot reason,
We play games to improve cognition,
Well-known facts slip through our fingers.
We\'re missing those whom we held dear,
The wind is whispering in my ear,
What comes next, you should not fear.