Laying on the ground listening to the thunder rattling the grounds.
Wondering about the struggles that may become.
Loving the earth and all its beauty, but deep down terrified of its kind.
Not knowing that you are apart of them.
Trying to figure out how to be, but not knowing how to live.
Living is easy. But you want the hurt and the pain.
You want the tears that never end.
The rock that never holds your back.
The struggle that makes you wonder will this ever be enough.
The hard way is what you desire.
The way that man run from is the way you run to.
This day which could be your last and you are feeling free.
The thing that is running through the clouds of your mind is why.
Why are you in love?