Like the seasons,
we continue on this cycle...

The smell of green
seeps into every pore...

In this life, we have no certainty.
Our next day; never guaranteed...

These empty days pass,
like clouds in the sky...

Oh, what I wouldn't give,
just to give you a piece of my life...

Distinguished by endearments,
a young man is on the rise...

In this world of the broken,
I could have fun...

Tick....tick....tick.
Low clouds are scattered, amongst the mountain...

Where do you turn when you are lost,
and the world continues moving past you...

Our fears restrain each of us,
all the while, being driven by them...

I repeatedly imagine,
the day we meet again...

With each word, I fall deeper
into this emptiness called life...