Wither in a moment, blossom the other,
What do you call the running time;
What do I call the running time;
Given a chance to end this loop,
Nope, I am not gonna try;
You would ask me, but when heartbreaks?
I would do nothing but accept and cry;
Do you see this endless beauty,
You would be such a fool to wish it ends;
Happiness indeed comes with pain,
Sure they are companions and run each others’ errands;
Do you not see the tears you trade to smiles,
Ruining the gardens and asking for fruits;
How more deaf can you be,
For unhearing the delicacy of the natures’ flutes;
You always run from or to making mistakes,
Have you decided this to be your trend;
Would you not listen to me now,
I will haunt you with the message;
On my grave will it be written,
“Live in the moment,” my friend.
PENFLUKY 