Everyone is liked, but no one is loved,
Yesterday’s hope, today’s regret shoved.
Petals fall because they’re sad,
Yet spring begins, making hearts glad.
Roots meant to stay in the ground,
Break free, their true worth found.
Ashes become memories to tell,
And heaven turns to a prisoner’s hell.
Dreams are seen but felt by the rich,
While others are stuck in life’s cruel glitch.
Childhood care, once so divine,
Turns to an adult’s fuel for an anxious mind.
The melody in transition takes its toll,
yet adrenaline rushes and breaks the soul.
