The grass gets thin, infrequent, when you’re following the herd, 

I’ve weathered through the storms sometimes not uttering a word.

Ten days passed by so slowly but time always moves the same,

I’ve wondered if the thoughts we have have really got a name.

The senses are both dull and sharp depending on how you live,

the time we have right here, right now, is all we have to give.

I think I’ve solved it all today but in the process gone insane,

the reasons that I’m here at all I have only myself to blame.

When I am in your company I’ll sometimes get relief,

left to my own devices I could drown inside my grief.

But we can’t change the past, reliving what’s already been done,

and if you want to change the future, live life present on the run.

Impermanence so permanent when one is brave enough to admire,

accepting it like moth to the flame I’ll set myself on fire.