Sorrow for the month that passed
Lifted up for the few moments at last
Omitted in the welcome of a new destination
Wanted by many but accomplished by few
Equal to this last connected piece of future planning
Right thought but very little therein
Occasionally thinking about an urgent matter but
Still acting like it was only important sometimes
Intense feelings driving the car of immediate considerations
Opposite to the need of relaxing future stress
Never taking into account the correcting of mistakes
Only aware of others and not yourself in this life
From now until the fortieth year when the changes appear
Being on edge until comfort appears
Across the aisle from desperate times
Listening to the last heartbeat of ambition
Amazed when people bother to show caring
Night is when feelings just get worse
Coasting to a stop on the most desolate road there is
Endings are preferable when the final choice arrives