Yesterday is a waste. Tomorrow is a haste. Today is all there is, and it's the last of them I am a lost girl, overlooking dimensionless depths The sea sings it's subtle songs, The sky bleeds blues into oranges, reds into purples And the cirrus clouds streak the sky like scars Evening embers tinge the edge of existence Reality retreating into it's final resting place Tainted flower of fragile fights well fought A lost girl, staring at the shining sun of sorrow Knowing full well there is no tomorrow