This poem is based off the idea of fighting depression and any ideas of death taking over your mind. Finding the good in life and to remember to breathe. Death and depression will always be there, but you are strong enough to fight it and succeed.

For more context, the image of a scythe never being dry is because death/depression are always around.

Not everything needs an answer.

Couldn't put a definite description, but it's about sometimes spacing out and thinking too much of the past that you can forget to just breathe. Sometimes finding solace is breathing in and moving on.

Sometimes in the darkest of hours or even at random, memories seem to change the tone of thinking. Yet, we can deal with them any we'd like. I enjoy the memories that remind me I'm cared for.

The poem is about false hopes and love. They have no effect sometimes, but are memorable.

The mind wakes up memories before you sleep and sometimes it's of old romances