Everything is semi-alive now,
Memories still dying,
But in a stronger chaotic fashion,
More obscure but still alive,
Hurting, hunting down the heart
That’s breaking
Hoping to return to life
Like Snow White,
But Fairy Tales never end well
In real life,
Even roses, cry their dew,
Softly, remembering their prime,
Before their final, Adieu.
Corruption, Lies, Rumble!The Country will Tumble,All Empires Do.
In the wilderness,Hearts of Stone.
Do lovers cry in Autumn,For fear of losing All?Why is this Season favored,By poets and by song?Is it because they know and feel,That Life will be reborn?Or because they sadly hearLife’s melancholy song?
Time does not pass byWe always feelThat dreams we steal,May soon be coming by.Reality is differentAll changes, nothing staysAnd in our human ignoranceWe realize not,That all our yesterdaysAre our todaysThat won’t come back.
Time passes so fast,It’s then that we realize,That every day we’ve had,Was a precious present…
Knew this well!Life, givenWith so much pain,Lived, with so muchTragedy,Then,Suddenly, takenAway,Forever!And weHelplessly,Like statuesHave nothing to say!
