Life is too short,
In the long run,
For petty arguments and pain,
The storm feels like it will last forever,
So learn to dance in the rain.

Many people will come and go,
Enter your life just to leave,
But in the end,
God calls us all,
Don't waste your precious time to grieve.

Life and death go hand in hand,
Forever partners in crime,
Precious moments slip away,
Its all the tricks of that funny thing,
That funny thing called time.

Is this all a simple game?
If so then how do we play?
Life has no meaning,
Until you make it so,
That's why you play, grow, learn,
Waste your time then it slips away.

Life is too short,
In the long run,
For petty arguments and pain,
The storm will last for eternity,
So I'm learning to dance in the rain,
Life is but a fleeting moment,
Done and gone in the blink of an eye,
Repeating this process for centuries now,
With no-one bothering to ask,
Why?

Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.

Why am I not enough -- why am I not more,
The bright of increase blinds my thoughts,
Blood and sweat will spend it all,
To gain my freedom from the tyrant Wants,

I sit down by the roasting boar,
With fleeting joy I revel in my spoil,
My thoughts yearn still for the elusive more,
Enough it seems I will never employ.