and the cruel part of the world
claims another one.
the next day
the weather is sunny, clear skied and warm.
but somehow you feel detached.
the world owes us nothing.
it continues running
while our hearts want to dig heels in
to stop
just have a single moment to think
and understand...
we owe the world nothing.
and it's time is non stop
it's continuously running
whether someone dies and disappears
or our hearts finally stop
we owe the world nothing
and sadness is an emotion
the cruel part of the world
doesn't take the time to feel.
it just takes.

|m.s.