What's the Hurry

Sunlight struck the window, and it all began again, Leaving the half-written page behind, I started a new page. In diligence of making a dream into reality, I left behind my true image, The image seems to be sunk by now, in the water of rain. Persistently running in that direction, stretching my hand to grab it, My guileless approach is in vain, no matter how much I drag it. It's about time I sat and watched the sun drowning in the sky, Maybe a melody or psalm can give peace to my mind. Tomorrow again the sun will rise, and I will be hovering over peace, I can't find, I Will Find a new cram to write on a page, or at least I will try. There was a sound that gave me peace in the state of worry, "Let's have a little chat son, What's the hurry?".