Things we see but never know

The spring, the flowers, about to grow

The nice things we notice but don't understand

About their opposites, and things they command

Where there is life there soon is death

Listen, and you will hear it yet



The flower here now, soon will wilt

The beauty you see, soon turned to silt

But we deny these little things

We choose to ignore the mournful rings

Of sorrow deep and sad fulfillment

Wishing they were something else, different



For everyone born, one soon after dies

Their red of blood soon paints the skies

We love the beauty that we see

We ignore the pain and suffering

The people gone, we push away

We choose to wish that we could stay

Here forever in this land

Though death shall soon take you in it's hand



We wish to live but can't forever

This life is pain, a treacherous endeavor

Yet we wish to be here in this place

Instead of ashes in a vase

Wouldn't death be so much easier?

Then this life of pain, so much breezier



You may think I'm depressed, and so may be

But you can't judge, for you don't know me

Or anything I've been through or thought

Or of the people I have lost

So let me be with my poetry dear

And let me wish that I could hear

A soul who thinks of the things we miss

Instead of pretending to live a life of bliss