Sometimes,
Being strong is lonely
Happiness is obligation
Love is slavery.
Being alone is freedom
Tears are relieving
Hatred is bravery.
Nights are beautiful
Nights are intimate
Warm sun stings in the eye
Falling is freeing
Falling is beginning
Earthy land against the dusty sky
Stars, with their borrowed light,
Are more hopeful
Than the moon and all of the nigh
Than all of people
Than you
And I
Do we tend to hold on to the good in life too tightly sometimes?
