Sometimes they become tired and slow
Unable to regenerate with energy so low
They try and try to break the walls
As their subconscious begins to call
It's like a limb hanging sad
Hoping for a child to swing about
Holding on to it
Loving it
Embracing it
Stretching its young fragile fingers enveloping it
Two minutes it's able to feel uncontrollably happy
Something that sounds foreign and sappy
Things don't last forever
It's a phrase people have felt confused to say
Yet we're stuck here chasing the false ideas in a summer's day