Why can't we just sit,
and wait until this becomes a memory.
Why can't we just fit,
out thoughts into the mold of a history-
We created this.
We created the turmoil,
The sky and the clouds,
That make our blood boil.
We have forgotten the silence,
In which our hearts beat.
Just sit and wait.
And this will all become a memory.
Just sit and wait,
And we will all become a memory.
Sometimes, letting go is all there is.
