You look so sad
To me
Why can't you see
I want to grasp your hand
And band together
Against the rest
Of the world
And whirl around
The whorls of the tree of life
Where strife is a myth
And sickness a joke
Where you don't choke
On the struggles of
Your past
Just move past them
And then you breath
The air of free men
But then and only then
Will you feel the emptiness
Of a life all figured out
no doubt no dreary dreams
Of everything coming together
No hope or plans
Or need to make plans
Next time you want it all
To stop
Remember
When life stops
You do too