Here’s to the life we all tend to lead;
different in passing, difficult to leave.
We keep changing as others realize that they don’t need
what once happened should be believed.
Each breath should be one more saving grace
as simplicity gets tangled with personal haste
for one to figure out the difference between
love and waste.
The night dreamt up ways for us to perceive
why we become and why others leave.
Notions of things so hard to understand
make love so unique and promises so grand.
Here’s to the life no one seems to understand;
for the jokes, the sun, and the miles we ran.
To days lingering like the past can do
may the sun keep shining on just like you.