Like the last few embers of a long doused fire.
This wave with its crests and troughs,
In the endless ocean of a sea.
Here now and gone tomorrow,
As ephemeral as it gets.
Your absence is your existence,
As gorgeous as it gets.
It's so dull and so bland,
It's almost a little spicy.
It's so real and so magical,
It's almost a little archaic.
This road less traveled,
Seems a little too crowded.
All it needed was someone,
A little more exquisite.
Rationality is the reason,
Behind this inanity.
An intent so logical,
It almost borders insanity.
