It's amazing how the day goes by.
The next hour becomes last too soon,
in that moment time just slips away.

When will the heat die down?
When will the leaves fall?
When will the cold lose its frost?
How soon til spring again?

Everything moves in the way it will
Desire found, love is lost
Friendships kindled, hate renewed

What becomes of us?
What if?
What is to continue or perish?
What is to come?

Living is a tragedy
Death a thing of memories
Mind, heart, soul...they are ideas
Pain, sorrow, fear...these are tools of the trade

Who will remember tomorrow?
Who can speak up for the future?
Who is brave enough? Strong enough?
Who cares?

True, in a matter of speaking
Ignorance is bliss
So life goes on, living only in the moment
Thinking only of surviving, what a way to go.