Life is supposedly the eternal flower
That instantly wilts in your hands.
All of these efforts,
Followed by unexpected outcomes,
Messes with the mind.
The euphoric elements of our childhoods
Slip through the gaps between our fingers,
And we are introduced to reality,
Which we refer to as the things we despise,
And wish to run away from forever.
But no matter how far you run,
Or how deep you dream,
It will always find and catch you
And rid you from your happiness.