Of time.
Inspiration.
Patience.

Flower only last a season,
and the season of this life is clicking by.
Time devours us so slow we dont even notice
how our changing faces fry.

Were suspended between moments gone by
that should have lasted forever-
and hopes for lying vanities
that will be consumed by I.

My cliches clutch like straws
to make some sense of why,
but in the end it doesnt matter
when were all gonna die.