A flower blossoms yet upon first air falls and dies

The smoke is thick, and it hurts to even take a breathe

There’s water near, but nothing to quench our thirst

Only broken sighs cut the silence

The weight of the world falls on our heavy shoulders

To conform to society, to take the plunge

But the waters are murky, the future unclear

Struggling to hold on with a slippery grip

It’s a fire consuming our thoughts, bounded to our hearts