Sometimes things that are very dear to us are lost.
Sometimes things that we held close to us are lost.
Sometimes things that give us hope are lost.
All of a sudden, life seems meaningless.
We fall hard on the ground
As our wings break like Icarus's
We think, "Perhaps we flew too high."
Then, we learn to get used to the pain.
We create a new source of hope
After all, life goes on
And it waits for none.
So, we are compelled
To go along with it.
-2015
