It's Happening Again
I don't understand.
The water falls through my hand,
So then i hold up a cup;
It still isn't enough.
After that, I go to the tank,
Watch as the water sinks.
The water comes back, and i put up another hand....
The water comes through,
like air from a fan.
so then i go outside,
let the water flow with the tide,
and... I don't know why,
but... the sand is still dry.
So now, what do i do?
The water won't stop sinking through.
And...I'm afraid that I'll drown,
before my life is meant to meet the buzzing sound.
On the sand, I sit and I think,
Why the water comes back and sinks.
Why it doesn't want to agree.
Why gravity decides to let loose and to be free.
Then, it comes to me.
Life doesn't have to agree,
twist and turns can freely abound,
death and life come without sound.
Just stop trying to resist life
Your problems will come back ten fold.
Once you've learned to love what you've got,
Happiness is only yours to hold.
