The time moves on
Cultivating the ground
Waiting for the grave to sprout
And  let the body descend
Anticipation crushing the youth
Judgement passing the eyes
Pulsing through the cells
Return
Repeat
Break
Advice flows
Ignorant retain flakes morphed into crystals of *******
Sniff sniff
Sweet says the elders
Continue
The wise portray the high as we all fall
Ignorant to the reality that is we are not here we are not a we it is nothing
This "we" is beneath the ground
Hidden among the lost souls
Buried in the clouds
Burning so cold
Feeling so bright
And leaving no light