The Unwell
When you pass,
The tears are shed,
By the ones still trying to grasp,
Why you are dead.
It’s hard to tell,
Who’s still hurting,
By the masks,
Hiding the unwell.
We dream of you,
We think of you,
Speak of you,
But when it’s all said and done,
We silently cry over you.
An empty shell,
Nothing more,
Hurting by our own unwell,
Straight down to the core.
Time
Time is cruel,
leaves you weak,
Time has a rule,
Time you can't keep.
Reverse time,
Make it well,
Live on a dime,
For soon all will be unwell.
Time and dreams,
go hand in hand,
Lost in thought,
Speeding the sand.
Time leaks,
The sand seeps,
Down its path and to the bottom,
Soon the end is all you meet..
Taken For Granted
When we live,
We dream of flight,
When we fly,
We dream of land.
Is it meant to not fly,
For when you fly,
You're in the sky,
Wishing land to be in sight again.
Are we meant for this land,
Dreaming of what we cannot.
Is it man we are to be,
Or is it imagination leaking free.
The colors sought,
Dreams and wants fought.
Animals becoming man,
Man becoming animals.
Not wanting what we have,
Animals dreaming for a stand.
