Off it all goes,
Bit by bit,
Piece by piece.
As the time rolls by.
The sunlight fades over the hill,
All bit by bit.
Fading into the dusk-lit landscape.
All flowing past.
As the feeling numbs.
The mind lies empty.
It gives up gradually,
But that’s okay.
It’s all okay.
A smile of a wounded soul.
Ending in time.
Pondering the feeling.
All the times,
It all.
Left with the tome of memories.
The times and all left at that.
An empty, sad, feeling,
Knowing it all just there.
As it all.
Just that.
Exists,
Changes.
Left in the thinking.
Hurting and feeling.
It’s okay.
It’s okay.
This is me,
My mind’s wail,
Its wounded cry.
That’s okay.
This is me.
Always has been.
With this thinking.
An era to come,
An era past.
Losing all feeling.
Trapped in this thinking.
Happy-sad.
This thinking.
Truly life, it all…
That’s it.
I tried.
Always trying.
Caring and suffering.
But that’s okay,
That’s fine.
That’s living,
While dying.
It’s okay.
It’s fine.
The beautiful sights of life,
The morning shine,
Midnight glistening.
It all,
So painful,
Living and feeling.
Feeling so hard,
To bring existence.
Feeling so hard.
Bringing it all into existence.
The pain that comes with,
A pain of happiness and sad.
Bit by bit.
I wonder,
I think,
And I ponder.
Bit by bit, it all comes,
The pain, the feeling.
It’s okay.
It’s okay.
It’s fine.
In this living.