Gifts in the brown covers.

So, once again this evening settles upon me,

Taking the best of me,

And I end up right back here

Like the setting sun,

Hopeless, exhausted and still lonely.

Burning to shine,
to light the world

But got only the dark,
the night in its fate.

Hush, I take in this evening breeze,

Filled with a hope of a better tomorrow,

A new morning,

Feeding the optimistic in me.

But that’s what I did last evening

And the evening before that,

Bringing each day to the same scene

So, for how long will I be wrapped in this inanity?

All that I do ending in vanity?

Will those fancy papers be always chosen

Over the gifts in the brown covers?