The simplest things in life
Are most always taken for granted,
Lies and desseat
Mourning and tears
You hate when its
All around you yet
You never notice when
Its all that’s in you.

When the sun dies
And clouds get grey
No one cares until
It rains.
Only then do they notice the pain
The pressure
Inside they hold.

A warm breeze through an open window
Turns the pages of an open book
Just to close it in the end.

So whats next?
In life, no one knows
Perhaps that’s why some choose to live it
While others choose to just
Take a hit.
Because
Heading for the unknown is interesting
Until of course
You realize you really have no clue.

A false pretence
A false knowledge
Isn’t enough when your falling
Farther than you’ve ever known.
Even still, pictures fade with memories
As you realize that the past
Is gone and the future
Is all you have to look forward to.
The disappointment
The uncommitted and overly committed
The dismal and vivid
Exuberant and dejected
But even more,
The unknown.