To live without feeling is to fly under ceiling, for clipped wings shall never sing of the sky.
To harm without healing is to pray without kneeling, for snipped strings shall never sing of a lie.
Once tied in a knot they strip freedom, yet unraveled they're gone without leaving.
Mention memory and you speak of a scar, yet let it go and you haven't gone very far.
To grow is to fast go towards decay yet let time tick another sip from the glass while you slow from the pace and you'll find its simply gone by to fast.