today i stand and stare at time how it passes steadily it is finishing us one second at a time even when we dont give in readily it feels strange as it keeps ticking away is hair greying equal to soul enlightening the body is just petals that are withering away is there a light inside thats constantly brightening as i grow older i am left with more questions no one with answers, no place to find them as i look inside i keep having realizations that answers are made with life poured in them a fallen arm and a broken bone yells of pain deep in tone gushing blood turning everything red but a will to live beyond the tears shed in the night its so dark outside in plainsight one can hide those buried parts need no showing off that face neednt hide what words say of i see a tree thats towering so high the shade is enough to make the sun shy i lay beneath thinking, asking questions why is the tree so giving even when we make it cry the mother grips her child...