With every single, came many more
Since that line I sketched faded,
with every tear drop my eyes wore!

They would bring the calm
They would bring me the peace I thought
but the diminishing line could give me nothing
Only pain and more agitation it bought

Just as my paint vanished
So did the tears
Drought is what I awaited
For me, that only, was what my fate hath!

Just then,
Did my heart skip a beat and asked
What new puddle did they all form?
Trickling down the same path!

Minds change, children age,
As we wait for the right moment,
Worlds burn, faces turn,
As we wait for the right moment,
That which was green and flourishing,
Turns brown and sickening,
As we wait for the right moment,
What was previously a vision becomes dull,
As we wait for the right moment,
Ideas die, they all forget,
As we wait for the right moment,
The words once spoke,
Are no longer known,
As we wait for the right moment,
The orderly become chaotic,
As we wait for the right moment,
With irrational resistance,
Friendships come to end,
As we wait for the right moment,
Lovers break apart,
With a simple change of heart,
As we wait for the right moment

Pictures of dead people I know
are smiling and are so full of life
hanging on my wall
reminding me
to seize this day,
because it's not cliche,
and it won't come again.

what do you do
if your best
was not even close,
enough.

what do you do
if your words
were lost and
misunderstood.

cry, write, smile
and proceed with your life.