we remember the moments of life,
the birth and the passage of time
it's like sunrise and the day
but can we forget the sunset
For it is the constant like everyday
Can we forget the death in anyway
For it is the truth for every life
can we neglect it, never consider it
Follow the goldrush, live with a lie
It's more common than we know
It's in our ancestory, every tribe and country
The rise and fall comes to all
But why does it feel not yet
till we are all but gone.

there are not enough words there to articulate
but listen closely to what I am about to say
I feel crushing pangs of sadness inside my heart
and there is no fathomable cause for it to hurt
There is nothing that is so deeply wounding in life
I am solemnly waiting, for answers for my feelings
Contemplating how to piece and what to change
The thoughts go everywhere, solution out of range.

I sit in front of my work and phone screen glaring my eyes,
My fingers move on their own, a restless, scrolling guise.
I tried to keep timers, to all apps I hold dear,
To see what I do, what amuses me here.
But I sit not still, the urge to scroll takes hold,
My fingers dance on glass, a story to unfold.
I always see that precious time has slipped away,
I know it's not, but guilt begins to sway.
Why am I addicted, to this digital life's gleam?
A mirror of some place, a fabricated dream.
But I am distracted, from where I truly stand,
Why do I wish to be, in some far-off fictional land?
For every ten seconds, my patience starts to fray,
An I saving time, or giving it away
Why do I let my mind, so easily stray?
My control is dwindling, a battle I can't win,
The screen's bright allure, pulling me back within.

The copper bells glisten
Swaying in the sunshine
I pause as I listen
To the tinkling
Of the wind chimes

In the distance, they ring
A gentle melody -
I hear their songs
The unsaid words they sing

How sweet is their music
Sweet the joy they bring
Such is the wonder -
The magic of little things