I feel like writing
About the joys and frustrations
This life throws at us frantically
We take on so much and get so little
Life pummels us with strain and stress
What would you do if tomorrow was your last day?
Not of work, the gym, parenting or education
But the last day you would take a breath of air
Would it be full of selfish desires,
Or embracing both nature and humanity?
During life roses signify and propose loving feelings in relationships
At death they propose us to think of loving memories once shared
Ironically these powerful flowers live such short lives
Once they are severed from their roots their power is short lived
Yet before they die they create such an impact upon us
Some of us get thrown off by a pebble tossed onto our paths
While others must be completely knocked down first
Humanity is affected by its surroundings
Hence why we need to become more compassionate towards others
Not everyone will grow up the same, which makes us unique
You get mad and say things you then regret
Do you own up to your mistakes truly never making them again
Or let the bridges burn as negative feelings brew?
Do you try to move on when things go bad,
Or just give in to your sorrow and despair?
I feel like writing tonight as the soft glow of a candle dances near me
Not about love and fairy tales, no not tonight
Instead about things bothering people and myself
Simply reality blessed upon us because sometimes we need the truth
Can you relax enough to let the world fly by and ease into yourself?