Lend your ear, and stop your crying.
The world is ending,
and we’re all dying.
Seconds come and then they go.
Just like that.
A wild show.
But humans, us, we all do miss
that in every moment there is bliss.
A still cloud in a tornado.
Sitting calmly in its place, witnessing a whirlwind in his face.
There’s way too much to be aware.
Look where you like,
and like where you look.
This will make up the pages within your book.
It’s all right here, and then its gone.
With nothing tangible to fall back on.
It’s not depressing, it’s just true.
Every second makes up you.