AS THE SUN SETS

The sun is setting, quickly, what have i done?
The sun submerges into the sea, quickly, what can i do?
The sun sets, how will i remember this day?
The sun has gone, i have nothing left from the day to keep me warm.

What have i been doing with the day i was given?
The time went by so swiftly.
What purpose was served by the dream i was pursuing?
The course of nature has shortened considerably.

Where has everyone gone?
Were they not by my side a moment ago?
Why am i still standing here, none can even tell the sun had once shone.
Why am i even writing this poem, for the sun has left not a single shadow?

Why do i continue despite it all?
Because I'm a fighter beyond disapproval.