As time goes on, minutes and years tick by
Leaving us more and more unsatisfied
Through bleary eyes and aching hearts
Worlds quickly seem to all fall apart
Lost loves, lost passions, loss of life and of dreams
The industrial demon slowly quelling the screams
The sound, the smog, the unrelenting pace
False hope is given with false dreams to chase
We become complacent on self-maintenance
We lose sight of the sun
We lose patience, become jaded
Resentful, are some
We are deaf to the voice deep in our hearts
As it screams out in pain while we tear hope apart
Until there are just remnants, scraps that we feed to the beasts
Beasts that steal passions, that rob us of sleep
Of energy, of hope, of our years, of our time
They extinguish the fire, that once burned big with pride
We forget to stoke the flames of that fire
With the tinder of hopes and the breaths of desire
We require good people, those that feed our soul
With the support and with laughter that help us to grow
We lose sight of the grass, the air that we breathe
The warmth of skin from another in a field of wheat
We ignore the connections we feel, the warmth and the smell
The anxious feeling in our chest, the butterflies that still dwell
After a first kiss or the grasp of a hand
Or the uncontrolled laughter or the time that we spend
Sitting up all night talking or laying together in the grass
Unaware of how quickly the time seems to pass
We forget to get lost in ourselves, in another
In conversation, in music, in the eyes of a lover
We take for granted the excitement we feel
And we allow these beasts to brazenly steal
What really matters
The colours of flowers, the songs that birds sing or conversing for hours
The intoxication we feel as new love starts to flourish
We forget these things, because we lack the courage
To take a leap, to slow down, to say what we mean
In fear that we may actually achieve all of our dreams
Or be worthy
Of life and of love
Of spreading our wings and flying above
High above clouds to feel the warmth of the sun
Given to us by our passions, a place, a person, the one
We forget to just stop and take it all in
It’s the memories we create
Not the car that we’re in
Not our house, not our clothes
Not our money or our shoes
It’s the grass
It’s the air
It’s the people we choose
It’s some good conversations, over some fucking good tunes
It’s these little things we will think of
When our time is due
The things we wished we did
The words we wished we said
The regret setting in, so close to dead
It’s the beautiful brown eyes, it’s the smile, it’s the laugh
It’s these things we take for granted
It’s these things that will last
Not the job, not the bullshit, not our material things
These are raiders of joy
They are cancerous beings
That get in our skin, in our brains, in our heart
That make us forget why we are here from the start
It’s to make connections, spread love, live out our passions
Because on any given day, anything can happen
We are not robots
We are creatures, we are sentient beings
With the ability to see beauty in all other things
Author: John Hunter
Special Thanks To : BNZ
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