In The Evening Of The Mourning Poem by Daniel Solan

An aeroplane passes over,
and I know I'm higher than the people on board,
yet I imagine them happier, more fulfilled than me,
while i repeatedly strum a new-found chord.

But I've learnt to just wait for my endeavors to pay off,
my character to grow and my mind to know more.
Not worry about past or wether my predictions are off,
my soul to glow and every decision to be sure.

In the evening of the mourning I will rest and know,
that when I wake tomorrow I won't want to go.