#prose.from.a.rose. - FOUR:
I'm always on the go and really don't want to be,
why can't I just stop and be me,
be free
and breathe?
We're always moving,
always changing,
growing as we should be.
But sometimes all this advancement feels a tad bit crazy.
Why do we have to wait until July and August to sit down and finally breathe?
Why can't we simply stand still now, like we do in our sleep?
You can't just say "tomorrow" because tomorrow may never come.
But, that may be fine to you because death is sleep in itself, home.
We're but floating souls, glowing, going about our days.
But, soon our sparks will die out and we'll be dim stars or dying dust that decays.
Melted by the sun's rays.
But, it's fine because our mortal goals matter far more than actually living our lives like God would've liked!
So, work your bodies out until they become weary and weak,
learn and earn and yearn and earn even if it sounds bleak.
Why should we care when we'll be dead soon anyway?
I should've known that this was never my life to begin with, I dare say.
But, good luck to all you dying, ageing, blooming, springing souls
flying down from looming spring boards.
Careful, below may look soft like a blanket of ocean,
but in truth the only saviour you'll ever have is you.
This, the ones that thought, knew.
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Prose from a Rose
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