The metal boxes which burn people’s eyes

Are a way to escape one plague by immersing into another

On it the people are communicating with portraits

That look like deceased ones' photos

As the last tune finally escapes the sparrows throat

The echo is stronger than the original breathing note

Depressing that we can only acknowledge that with time

And to only give praise to them who are sitting in Charon's boat

I'm so happy I could burst right now
It's like getting ready for my first race
(The sun has been shinning a lot these days)
Adrenaline is rushing through my heart
But I'm standing with a smile on my face

Really, It's addicting
Everytime our eyes meet
The Spring then blooms so sweetly
And the wind sweeps me of my feet

Hey! You there!
The one with the big ideas and dreams
Why are you slumping along
The society's current ideals?

Why are you not expressing
The creativity bestowed to you by your childhood?
And instead trying to reach
The ideal adult's falsehood?

My memories are gone
Not that I'd like to remember
The last time she didn't hit me
The last time she treated me better

The leaves
They are falling
Gracefully dancing together
Not noticing
That their end is near
But can you blame them
For living in the moment
And holding each other dear