We live to cease
To cease existing
As the way from
The birth back
To the past
We die to crumble
To Crumble - to fall apart
So that we're not
That easily given
For the last time
We walk to scent
To scent the cold wind
Down in the pines
For we cannot maintain
Our urge to pass
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
