A Thought on Rage, Sorrow, and Pain

Things change so fast

Standing here on the distant path

The years that tear the road back

Like the petals of the love-me, love-me-not rose

To dream upon this tomarrow

The same dreams from yester-year

A sigh of lost ambitions for the youth

Given to the far away whispers of sad-things

Drifting to the brink to stay away from bad-things

Is it lost, the sparkle of true life?

The razz-ma-tazz of simple pleasures

Drifting

Dreaming

Screaming, or wanting to, at least

Can't let the yells out

Can't let the pain drip out

They'll hear

They'll see

Trapped inside

The grave will silence the pain one day

Wait, wait

Patience is a virtue