Watching it pass,
Moments, times,
Of it all,
Receding into the past,
Into what was known,
Gone into the times past.
A broken feeling in my gut,
Piercing like a knife,
But, happy as I go on,
Trying, trying,
The smile put forward,
Hiding the tears behind the face.
How it passes, life,
Of it all, risks, friendships, care.
All,
Walking to their grave,
All along a single path,
A single path tread.
To stare down the edge,
To the dark below,
Only to look, cry,
And fall.
Just thinking of lots, choices, friends, people, life.