March on, not out.
March to, not from.
March there, not here.
March now, not then.
March, march, march.

Your beauty, indescribable, but susceptible,
Your pain, terrible, but forgettable,
Your thoughts, inspirational, but unoriginal,
Your passions, admirable, but unprofitable,
Your life, replaceable.

Nature doesn’t know how to behave, or calm down.
Nature doesn’t know the best career, or the best personality.
Nature doesn’t know how to dress, or how to feel.
or how to think
or how to speak,
or how to love,
Nature only knows, that it doesn’t.