the start of the end 

the morning breeze 

the yawning sun 

the white clouds 

should be a sign 

of something new

of the so called 

a new start !!

sounds of birds 

the blossoming trees

the glittering dew

some child's laugh

should be a hint

as they  say

of a new chance 

but for me 

life is the same

no change no turn

time making us old

soon reaching the end 

how can i escape ?

the sun may come out 

or sleep on a bed of clouds

the moon may appear 

and sit on silver chair

but for me 

there is no change 

lost every feeling 

just hanging on

becoming depressed 

waiting for the end 

with this new start