Memories and regret...
We doubt and fret...
A balance is necessary...
Many think of mistakes as something scary...
But how else will we learn?
The people who don't want to listen and rather burn?
When there is no one that knows what to do...
Don't throw logic away and be you...
But the question is "who am I?"
Many people miss judge under the sky...
Not only others but themselves too...
We barely know what to do...
The line has become so hazy...
People are going beyond crazy...
Even nature knows better...
But the ice busy to shatter...
The sky is turning *****...
The sea is also filthy...
And humans live on...
Blinded and have forgotten the choice of right and wrong...
When they think they work hard...
It's just to get a higher number on their "credit card."
We have forgotten to run free in the hills...
We have left behind the winds that gave us chills...
We look the other way from the sun...
Do we even know which way we run?
Nature has become exotic...
People so toxic...
Very few people experience the wild's beauty every day...
Very few know by heart the wind's play...
So I look at the moon...
And know a complicated end will come soon...