For every sunset wouldn't be beautiful and every morning won't be bright,
For every leap of faith wouldn't make the jump,
For every eye won't tear up,
For every moment wouldn't return,
For everything won't survive;
On the verge nothingness
Something does matters,
What matters is unknown;
but no matter the sunlight or the light of the moon,
No matter the stars or the space dust of asteroids;
No matter what the today or the tomorrow,
No matter even the last night;
The future holds secrets and so does the past,
But what else do we got except the present at last;
The memories won't fade but we might,
We'll remember the dates,
We'll remember the nights,
We'll remember all the moments,
The moments when we were just happily satisfied;
Cause no matter the whatever,
They'd always be some light
even in the darkest of our nights.
-That Rhymed Though
