by Suhil Mansoory
Are we not but stars falling from the sky?
And no matter how hard we try
We'll all die
And make others cry?
What are we but drops on an ocean
Rolling, churning, setting in motion
Things that bring us to our end
No matter what, we'll never mend
broken hearts and tattered souls
Open gaps and empty holes
Are we not but sand on a beach?
With hopes and dreams beyond our reach?
And aren't we moving too fast?
Broken, fragile, not built to last?