May 2020
Little lily buds look at the sun
they smile and bloom
the morning begins so beautiful.
I worry about yesterday and tomorrow
keep missing out on now.
The more I see,
less I want to say
no longer want to stay.
The days get hotter and hotter
this budding cruel summer
I cannot enjoy the simple flowers
this bed has become my world.
I am tired when I sleep
fatigued awake
I need fresh oxygen to breathe
I've become living bone
all alone.
they smile and bloom
the morning begins so beautiful.
I worry about yesterday and tomorrow
keep missing out on now.
The more I see,
less I want to say
no longer want to stay.
The days get hotter and hotter
this budding cruel summer
I cannot enjoy the simple flowers
this bed has become my world.
I am tired when I sleep
fatigued awake
I need fresh oxygen to breathe
I've become living bone
all alone.
