You cant find happiness

In this crude distress,

Holding far too dearly to

Life that’s merely a

Painting of your very being.

Looking far ahead

From time’s current death.

Can’t help but to think

This is all reality,

Please help me.

Restless, till it’s tested,

Got the best of my

Spirit and conformity.

World change is dire

And I am the artist.

Footprints in the sand,

And tracks in the snow.

Your choices chase

Wherever you go,

till the vanish of time.

Winters warm and

Summers freeze over.

Take the clock’s hand,

Make sure not to repeat,

Please, don’t be defeat.

Your accent impaired persona  beckons no difference in my aura.

Today is yesteryear's tomorrow  given such motions you act to.

Grass grows and florals bloom;

Tempest, I will see you soon.

Four years senior to approve.

Ruins call forth an allude to the fiery candle held true;

ever changing and no longer disabling.

Upon eachother, we grew.