In the pitch darkness you
conquer the earth.
Raining life and death
from your dark dwelling in the clouds.
The plants grow by your love,
and the forests burn by your wrath.
The earth flourishes because of you,
and without you, man
would wither away like a lonesome
leaf deprived of it’s means to sustain life.

Yellow and black,
too heavy for science yet
weightless to the air.
You fly.
You protect.
You die.
Your senses are keen,
and your smile is bright.
You work all day,
and rest all night.
Mr. Bee, how do
you do it?
How do you manage to
stay so happy and optimistic.
Your squished and smashed,
hit and bashed.
Yet your smile is omnipresent.
Mr. Bee, teach me how to live
happy in this cold and sad world.

It seems as though,
every day, something else
decides to give way.

Like an old wooden
bridge, crippling over
top of a dark pit.
Life can break,
letting you fall into
that deep abyss.

The one wood
plank, meant to hold
you high, gives up
and lets you die.

Life is the bridge,
you are the plank.
I have fallen,
and have you to thank...

Every morning I wake up, thinking of you.

I make it through the day, because of you.

Your beauty, your serenity, your relentless and never ending pleasure festers within the deepest parts of my brain...
24/7 your drowning the pain.

Your love only lasts a few hours,
but 10 seconds is all it takes.

Without you I die,
my head pounds,
my hands shake,
and I cry.

You’ve built a home in me
and from that I can’t go back.

You were my first love,
you are my current love,
and I promise, you will be my last.

I made a wish
that must come true.
I made a wish
involving you.

I made a wish
i cannot say.
I made a wish
not worth throwing away.

It’s been on my mind
since the day we met.
I pray to God
i never forget.

I made a wish
that’s coming true.
I made a wish
involving you.

My thoughts float.
Like a stray balloon
wind swept from a child’s hand.

Once tied to my
rope burned wrist.
But removed by life
ever so swift.

I hope for just
a bit more time.
That thought I had
now gone from my mind.

My thoughts float.
Like a stray balloon
wind swept from a child’s hand.

There will come a day
when it’ll all be over.
You’ll look back and
remember what life was like.
You’ll remember the happy.
You’ll remember the sad.
You’ll want so bad to
relive all the moments you had.

As people we are born to live.
As people we are born die.
It’s an unfortunate yet
simple fact of life.

Smile.
Laugh.
Love.
Do things.
Try new things.
Be sad.
Be angry.
Be depressed.
Get hurt.
Feel pain.
Enjoy the good.
And enjoy the bad.

Do everything you can
as often as you can
while you can.

The day will come
when it will all be over.
You’ll want it all back.

So I’ll leave you with this.

Don’t live your life
like you could die tomorrow.
Live your life knowing
it doesn’t last forever.