Sitting on wet grass
Bugs zip past my ore
...with wings a thousand times too small
My mind traces back to
...dandelions tangled in golden hair
...young smiles with missing teeth
Bumblebees fight for the pollen from a single white rose
The rose of death
The fallen of the two
...departs to the others
...lies with the dead
...lands in the sweet taste of Satan's juices.
God looks down
...sadly states the loss to the followers
...each animal
...each flower
...each sand grain
...each fallen leaf
......they all carry a name
It shows how insignificant we all must seem
...when viewed upon by the highest of the high
Mother nature
...blesses us with the seeds of her groin
Father time
...destroys us with his hand
...balanced and strong
...holds unto our soul
We remember
...all those things
...waiting a lifetime to forget
We are placed on a balance
...only to see who will falter first
We look around
...only noticing those people
...wishing for things we don't have
We envy
...with no cause
We regret
...until we tear at ourselves
We are
...hungry for the knowledge it seems no one posses
Love will be our
...highest desire
...only flaw
We will become
...trapped inside a maze with no rights
...a statistic in another age
Our life
...is so others will understand those things they need not know
We will die
...together
...somehow apart
We will
...cry at the same innocence
...follow in honest, blind footsteps
...have no choice but to hover in the dreams of others
These will be our days and we will never understand why
Nik
