this too shall pass
Life can be as hard as winter soil.
Whilst maintaining the delicacy of a blade of grass.
Fleeting moments that were once in the palm of my hands.
Are now just slightly escaping my grasp.
Isn’t it ironic how we end up breaking the very things we love, by how firmly we clasp.
And how we fool the ones around us, by how often we mask.
Or how we swallow our questions whole, because we’re too afraid to ask.
So many answers can be gained from a questionable past.
Fruitful nuggets of wisdom I seem to acquire in mass.
Whenever you feel halted, remember this too shall pass…
Whilst maintaining the delicacy of a blade of grass.
Fleeting moments that were once in the palm of my hands.
Are now just slightly escaping my grasp.
Isn’t it ironic how we end up breaking the very things we love, by how firmly we clasp.
And how we fool the ones around us, by how often we mask.
Or how we swallow our questions whole, because we’re too afraid to ask.
So many answers can be gained from a questionable past.
Fruitful nuggets of wisdom I seem to acquire in mass.
Whenever you feel halted, remember this too shall pass…