Everything passes. It has to. That's the beauty and tragedy of it.
On silent toes, life passes you by,
Your world flips around in the blink of an eye.
Heartbeat suspended, you wish it would stay,
Just the same as yesterday.
Friends drift apart like leaves scattered in the breeze.
Like smoke arising from dying embers, love will cease.
And beauty, the most fickle of them all,
Fades faster than dreams you wish you’d recall.
It’s all transient; it’s all a game,
No two hearts really beat the same.
Some things last a while, others a bit longer.
Yet what doesn’t destroy you just makes you stronger.
So breathe in the air, live life to the brim.
Open your heart to the world, whether happy or grim.
Don’t clutch at sand, don’t hide or retreat.
In time, the dust will settle at your feet…