When Life

Sometimes, things grow heavy
Heavy in your swollen eyes filled with gravy
Yet is it not a heaviness in your heart so long and far
A grief you cannot escape thus far?

Sometimes, my face grows heavy
I speak to myself all day
As my jolted heart bears no more
To speak to mouths of stone and molton iron

Sometimes, my heart feels cold
An empty heart with a soul
Yet a black-hole finds its way in part
As mind and heart segmented, one in a jar

Sometimes, when I do feel sad
I tell myself to smile
For it is right to smile in vain
For life can only travel this far

Sometimes, when life comes to pass
I will fly like a bird
Forgotten
Into the past

Into happiness in part

De zhong