Endogenous

Your Life, Unexpectedly Exceptional

Late nights

Tend to stretch the days

You miss the summer green

You miss the winter white

You crave the quiet

Of the sunrise

You crave the electricity

Of the sunset

You smell pancakes on a sunday morning

You taste the crisp, snowy air

You touch the warm blanket

You hear the song on repeat

You see the dark hopeless nights

But you laugh at them instead

And then you smile

Because you remember that one time

And your not really exceptional

And babies are being born always and everywhere

And some time

In the future

There will come a day

When the world just lost a life, but gained five more

Maybe someone will cry

Maybe someone will say they're glad

Everyone will move on

You've barely caused a ripple

But somehow its ok

Because you're young

And you're old

And you're nice

And you're mean

And you're big

And youre small

It doesn't really matter at all

To anyone else but you

You'll find passion, or maybe you won't

You'll find peace, or maybe you won't

'If' is overused

But 'when' is the biggest lie.