Losses

Ah, how we lost ourselves. Somewhere between the smiles and cries for help, I forgot how feeling felt. It’s been so long, I could feel the warmth and my reflection melt. I sunk in sins and the cards I’m dealt, no longer know, who I am, another page rotting on a shelf. Oh, I no longer fight. I’ve run out of strength, all my might. I just soar through, higher in the nights, wherever I might blow, it sure is alright. Nothing’s ever perfect, nothing’s just right. I guess we’re growing so tall, we no longer see the light. It’s fine, we are all anyways just passing by and where I’m going, well, no point to weigh my mind. I am on a boat, sailing time, lots of strangers, some of them are nice. Yes, many see my eyes and still speak lies, but oh well. The fool isn’t he who dreams of blue skies, but he who tries to embrace the clouds. And for all the routes we chose, all the passion in friends and foes, we lost our souls. For all the losses, the pain is honest. Embrace it proud, and try to profit. To all the modest, who lived and promised, It’s nearly august, the fall in forest.