The Change Within

The parents die
Children laugh and play
This is the life we live
And, at times, regret to this very day

Pandora's box opened
Chaos all over
I miss the greens
The cold weather and clover

Forgiven sins of our might
Man's greatest tragedy is not his body but his mind

The change within
The laughter we miss
The tears we cry
On our butter-fingered bliss

'Read a novel', 'write a poem', 'do something productive'
Is it me or are you a two-faced liar trying to send a false message?

But in the end
The tears I'll be crying will come from my heart
Because no one listens
To a rational person, or his mind, because, to them, he's dead – drained of blood