Some laugh

Others cry

Time floats on

Particularly for those

Just standing by

The weather flips and turns

I just want to know what season we’re in

Should I turn on my AC

Or get an extra blanket?

It’s hard to get my bearings

Some laugh

Others ask why

The days meander

But are not necessarily

Lost in time

Winter turns to spring to summer to fall

In a weekend

Blink and you’ll miss

The bikini weather

Many seem to hold their eyes shut

Some laugh

Others prefer to die

The more you refuse to live

The closer to death

Your march it is

The hawks soar near to far

Rising on currents of air

Only their wings give sight to

All in search of something

Some laugh

I cannot lie

Next to her anymore

My future calls ahead

My past is falling away