It is
What it is
Sadly the world
Is ******
And so am I
Streams running; the
Water is fine

It isnt
What it is
Time is scarce
And so are you
Waves crashing; the
Sand is too

Forgetting
Is easy
memories are
Gone
Water draining; the
Air is cold

Trying to forget
Is hard
The memories
Stain
Rivers beginning; the
Basin