If I could change one thing
In this world of random chances
I would change how long sunsets cling
So I would have time to take a million glances.
I would make the sun set slower
And have the watercolor sky linger
So that before the day was over
I could paint it with my finger.
But I guess the reason it passes quickly
And does not linger in the sky
Is so the moon doesn’t become sickly
And the stars don’t have to die.