My Dearest Child

The Cycle

Once again we are here at the beginning of another end

Caught buy the currents of this life we remain in the flow of time

We are slaves to our own mind

Going through what's said to be the norm a smile here or there to display a sense of happiness

so content with our basic lives that we feel it's a luxury

Isn't it draining to carry on
to put on a font
to not show what you're feeling inside

These are the thoughts that regularly flow through my mind

but I simply laugh them away

after all I am just one more young slave being caught by the currents of this life