Time goes by..

Days and days go by with the hour so lonely, dark and gray is the sky and daydreams cyclically; we have to give and try what it's worth in effort, before we say goodbye fore all is to be revert.
Just like a summer gone that shun for a while,Times and times are a bon given or taken in life's aisles.
What does that then say in meanings or otherwise, maybe just words in play with an end fully surprise.
Years and years to twist before they run to end, moments we have missed, joy and sorrow in blend; the task is to have peace in each of your doing then, a dream one uniquely sees... or over and over again.