Can’t you see, we are nothing

Life is fleeting,

Right before your dead eyes.

Won’t you wake up?!

Spring has sprung, the flowers are pretty again.

Even harsh waves still makes an exquisite picture.

Speak to me

You are barely living

Tell me you want more

This too shall pass, I promise.

Hold on to what you believed, just like you told me.

Remember when we lived life

The feeling of youthful bliss, cascading.

This sadness is a chore, my friend

there are holes in all of us,

but we must carry on.