Grief is never good
Glee always should be
But there I stood vulnerable to a choice that could be

Everytime I’m feeling somber
I flashback to moments so pure and so sweet
To rainy days where tiny watery soldiers marched in a fleet
To clear cool nights with thousands of tiny white lights
To a snowy dusk where a stranger asked if I was all right
To radiant sunshine and cherry popsicles
To clean cut grass and a flowing breeze
As I look out upon the sea
And then when I open my eyes
It hurts more to my surprise
Because now I see what it could be
And what’s it’s not
But at least for a second I forgot

Minutes pass in seconds
Minutes pass in rhymes
These minutes are so dreary but they do mark the time
So don’t rely on heartbeats
Don’t rely on tears
Just rely on numbers
Just rely on clocks
Imagination can be a rabbit hole that grows deeper by the tick tocks