Standing Still

So fragile, we live our lives—

Imperative routine controls us

As we forget the ones we love.

For this world we live is fluid;

As soon as we find ourselves

In the midst of happiness

It is torn away.

For a single second

The world seems right,

But before we have time to smile

Our loved ones are torn away.

Pieces of ourselves fade—

We begin to feel like broken soldiers

Lining the bottom of a toy box.

We convince ourselves, tomorrow’s the day:

We tell somebody we love them,

We step towards our dreams,

We live like we always wanted.

Someday tomorrow won’t come,

And we will be left with regret

Or with a smile on our face.

But either way, our eyes fade grey.

Life isn’t what we’ve expected,

But it can still be all we wanted.

     DannYetman

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