In bright lights, darkness is always sealed,

In mindfulness, there will be trapped sections,

In bravery, view diminutive fear,

And in me? Regretful reflections

See the sad grey trees with inflaming leaves,

Smell the flowers, an eternal demise,

Meet people, disguised as rotten thieving

Feel the heat, in a nuclear winter cry

Is this faith certain, willingly the end?

Or stuck in a storm, of fading regret?

Is it truly needed, to have a single friend?

Or rot in the flowers, said it’s a threat.

Look at yourself, for a second ponder

Find your new hope, and never do wander.