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.
***Side note: I apologize for the unannounced hiatus. This semester has been a lot rougher than I anticipated yet overall, worth it. Luckily, next semester means new classes and more time to do what I love—independent writing. This also happens to be my final full week of class until February as well as the week before finals.
Despite being written in 2011, this poem has always struck me as universal to the world around me and I hope it applies the same way to you.
Thanks for your loyalty :),